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to. My mom is in prison and I don’t know when she will be released. I didn’t speak to my aunt—who raised me and my cousin for years—because my cousin was a hater. My cousin Courtney went to blogs and radio stations talking shit about my relationship with Jabril. She said that I was a former stripper and that I fucked old men for money. It was true, but as my cousin, she should have kept my secrets and tried to build me up. Instead, she wanted to bring me down. She was so jealous and set on destroying me, but all she did was raise my stock. Dumb bitch. I missed spending time with Courtney and my aunt, but I can’t forgive a disloyal bitch.
    Well, Jabril ain’t loyal, either, but I was still in love with him. I watched his games a few times and checked for him on Twitter and Instagram. I wondered if he ever thought about me. I didn’t want to hurt his girlfriend or their daughter, but I had feelings, too. I just wanted for him to look me in my eyes and tell me what we had didn’t mean anything to him. I knew what we had was real, and I knew that one day we were going to have our face-to-face. Until then, I knew it would be hard to give any man my all.

C HAPTER 4
    Zakiya Lee
    â€œJ abrilah, what are you doing? Give mommy back her necklace!” My daughter ran clumsily through my spacious living room and down the hall with my necklace in her hand. I chased her and caught her. We both giggled. I gave her a bunch of kisses on her cheek, and she kissed me back. My baby was a beautiful miracle. I know all moms think their babies are cute, special, and smart, but I knew mine was from the moment I held her.
    Not being able to carry a baby full term made me long for a healthy baby. Once I had her, I just wanted to be the best person I could be. I loved becoming a mommy. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wanted to ensure that I gave Jabrilah everything that I didn’t have—like a mother, a father, and a happy home. So far, so good. Today, my fiancé and I are still in love and going strong—even though everything and everybody tried to rip us apart. I suffered a stillborn baby, and then there were the side chicks and groupies, the breakups, makeups, and setbacks. Him being in the NBA meant many women threw themselves at him daily. Knowing that, I tried to keep our communication open. Over the years, I learned so much from other players’ wives. I used to hang out with Nichelle, the wife of Jabril’s teammate Lloyd De-burrows. Nichelle’s advice for me was to look the other way when it came to cheating and have my own life. Then Christie, the girlfriend of one of Jabril’s teammates, told me the key to keeping a man from straying was to be freakier than him. She said that if you fucked him all the time everywhere, he would be too tired to cheat. But she was really crazy—she had me throw a baby shower for a nonexistent baby. So I couldn’t really take her advice and I’m not looking the other way either. I listen to my own advice but I have learned from their mistakes.
    We are a young couple—I’m twenty-four, he’s twenty-five—and I know that there is a lot of temptation out there. So I have to make sure he doesn’t get caught up. And I have left him before. When we first met he was out there with a lot of girls. And I lost our son and just got tired of it, so I left him for like six months. He couldn’t live without me, so he came to Philly and brought me dozens of roses and all this jewelry to win me back. At first I wasn’t impressed, but then I realized I loved him. I knew he would do right when he begged me for another baby and we planned the second pregnancy—but he didn’t. Instead, he had this video chick named Shani something who thought she was special, but I shut that down and got rid of her. He was parading her around everywhere while I was in the house, pregnant with his child. I didn’t