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have any other choice. I planted drugs in his car and then called the cops. I don’t know what I thought was going to happen. He could have lost everything. Luckily, she took the charges for him and he cut her off. So it was a good thing . . . but I would never do it again or tell him the truth. His near miss to jail gave him a wakeup call. We got engaged, he doesn’t smoke weed anymore, and he barely drinks.
    I know he is faithful now and I love my man, but I’m not naive enough to think that there aren’t other women who will lie, cheat, and steal to be in my situation. Before, his traveling drove me crazy. I would be texting and calling him all day long. I don’t do that anymore. We talk and pray, and that has made the biggest difference in our relationship. Now I am preparing for our wedding and honeymoon in three months.
    Initially, Jabril said my budget for the wedding was two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. When he gave me that figure, I told him, “No. I don’t need that much. I can have a great wedding for a hundred thousand.” Then I started to become a bridezilla. One visit to an amazing venue will do that to you. I started flipping through bridal magazines and got so many ideas and was so inspired that I almost lost my mind. My simple wedding turned into a circus. I wanted doves, a horse-drawn carriage, and fireworks. I even called John Legend’s management to see if he was available to sing at the event. Unfortunately, he was already booked. Then my sister brought me back to reality and convinced me that a wedding was about celebrating love—not a show for the guests. I agreed and came back to my senses.
    I put all my focus back on our relationship and our day of unity. I still wanted a one-of-a-kind dress, so I pieced together different dresses that I liked. Then I had a new up-and-coming designer sketch the dress and design it. I scaled back the wedding a lot and even shortened my guest list and decided I wasn’t even having bridesmaids.
    My nanny, Lena, walked into the living room “Time for lunch, Little Ms. Jabrilah!” She grabbed Jabrilah out of my arms.
    â€œShe should be hungry,” I said, getting up from the floor.
    â€œI’ll make her a sandwich.”
    â€œOkay. I’ll just be out for a few.”
    â€œNo problema.”
    When Jabril initially hired a nanny, I was against it. I’m from Philly, and I didn’t know anyone who had a nanny. We raised our kids ourselves. But then I realized Lena was there to help me, not take my place. Plus Jabrilah loved her. Lena was in her fifties—an older Mexican woman. I loved her because she was great with my daughter, she’ll never be after my man, and she doesn’t care about material things. Once, she even found a pair of diamond earrings in my pants pocket and gave them back. I hired her sister to work on Lena’s days off, and her son to do our landscaping. They were all really good people, and I admired their work ethic.
    A lot of things that came with being engaged to a professional athlete had to grow on me. I now can say I’ve adjusted to the fabulous life God has blessed me with. Sometimes, I would come home to twenty dozen roses just because he missed me. Jabril spoiled me and our daughter with everything. Even now, I still don’t care if it’s a designer name or not. If I like it, I like it. That’s one of things Jabril says he loves about me—that I’m a regular girl. I don’t have to cake makeup on to look good. My caramel skin tone has its own glow. I’m very low-maintenance. I get my shoulder-length brown hair blown out every week and get a simple manicure. I’m naturally slim, so I get to the gym when I can. I’d rather spend time with my daughter and Jabril than have money any day, but he insisted on giving me money and buying me things. I put most of the money up for our daughter, I send money to my sister, and still