That authentic love story intertwined with traditional disciplines, delving into the world and lifestyle of successful individuals who surround their lives with passion for basketball, business, romance and daily lifestyle.
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I am currently going through a stressful week where it seems as though everything that could go wrong has indeed gone wrong. It all started with a sudden change in my work schedule at the salon, due to a hair stylist being absent this week because of family circumstances.
As a result, I have found myself having to put in way more hours than originally intended, which has significantly increased my workload. It feels like there has been a constant influx of clients requesting appointments and dealing with last-minute rescheduling conflicts, adding to the already overwhelming amount of work I have to handle.
On top of the professional chaos, there are also personal issues causing immense frustration and concern. Evie, moved out of her parent's house to live with Cartel. She has become very distant. She seems to be avoiding calls and messages, claiming that she needs some space to figure her life out.
In a moment of anger, I couldn't help but vent my thoughts to Travis during a text, expressing my strong dislike for his cousin, Cartel. Unfortunately, this led to a heated argument between Travis and Jermaine, during a basketball game. It adds another layer of tension and conflict to an already overwhelming week.
As if all of this wasn't enough, I have also noticed that my menstrual cycle is a few days late, which is completely out of the ordinary for me. The mere thought of a potential unplanned pregnancy has sent me into a state of panic and anxiety.
Jermaine and I are not ready for such a significant life change at the moment, and I haven't yet had the courage to tell him about the delay. Instead, I am hoping and praying that, by the end of this week, my cycle will finally start, alleviating some of the stress and worry that has accumulated.
Jermaine arrived from basketball training, sensing my distress, tries to comfort me as he watches me toss a ruined meal into the trash. He approaches me with a gentle touch, brushing his hand against my cheek.
In a soothing voice, he reminds me that the demanding nature of my job at the salon is a testament to my exceptional skills and talent. He suggests that I consider hiring additional hairstylists to help alleviate some of the workload and pressure.
A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips at his comforting words. "There's one more thing that's been adding to my stress. My cycle is a few days late, and I can't help but worry about the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy."
Jermaine's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Woah, that's a lot to digest," he said softly. "Why haven't you told me sooner? We're in this together, you know."
I sighed. "I know having a baby is not part of our plans right now, and I wasn't sure how you would react to the idea of me possibly being pregnant at this stage," I confessed. "I'm just hoping it's just a delay and nothing more."
