Real Life, Real Love

Envy DJ Envy DJ

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USA Today National Bestseller Publisher's Weekly National Bestseller Advice on how to have healthy, dynamic relationships from Raashaun (DJ Envy) and Gia Casey, revealing their secrets to navigating marriage, family, and faithGia and Raashaun Casey met when they were two teenagers attending the same high school in Queens. They have been together for an astounding 27 years and married for 20. They have remained together through Raashaun's growing celebrity, a devastating (and very public) cheating scandal, and the births of six children. Now, more than a quarter of a century into their relationship, they are stronger and more committed to each other than they've ever been, and their fans are clamoring to know how they did it. In Real Life, Real Love, Gia and Raashaun explore the entire chronology of their love story with remarkable vulnerability, searing honesty, and a lot of humor. It's a riveting narrative about how to grow together, an aspirational guidebook for people who seek the same unconditional love in their relationships, and an in-depth look at how to remain equals after being thrust into the public eye.

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• Publié par: ABRAMS BOOKS
• Date de parution: 19 avril 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 3
• EAN13: 9781647002190
• Langue: English

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Editor: Samantha Weiner
Designer: Jack Frischer
Design Manager: Diane Shaw
Managing Editor: Lisa Silverman
Production Manager: Rachael Marks
Library of Congress Control Number: 2021946829
ISBN: 978-1-4197-5278-0 eISBN: 978-1-64700-219-0
Text copyright 2022 Gia and RaaShaun Casey
Photographs courtesy of the Casey Archives
Cover 2022 Abrams
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We dedicate this book to our parents, Edward and Janet Casey and Antonio and Norma Grante, who have always supported and stood by us on this long journey.
Envy s Dedication
Gia, this book is dedicated to you. I hope you know that my life is already and has always been dedicated to you. This book-like many things in my life-is another reflection of our togetherness. It would be corny for me to say that you complete me, but it s the truth. You are the sound in my headphones; the needle to my records and the bass in my speakers. You make this world of mine go round. Without you, my music is offbeat, and my mic doesn t sound nice. Not to mention, my meals are a lot better when you cook them.
Through the ups and downs, you have always been there for me. You are beautiful inside and out. Without you, I would be empty. You are my best friend, my confidante, and my passion. You are always there to comfort me, support me, and hold me when you know I need it. You are my soft place to land and my safe place to be myself. You push me to levels I never knew I could reach, and for that I am forever grateful. It is because of your support that I continue to reach higher grounds, and with you by my side, I know our lives will only get better. You never complain or ask for anything, so in turn, I want to give you the world.
To me, you are the clearest reflection of God. Your patience, grace, and selflessness make me so proud to call you my own. I know that there is no such thing as perfect, but you are the closest thing to perfection I have ever experienced. You are my angel who I know God selected especially for me. I love you for many reasons but mainly for your commitment to me and our family and for being an extraordinary wife and mother. You inspire me every day.
This ride has been breathtakingly beautiful, and with every passing moment, you continue to take my breath away. I pray that God gives us a lifetime together here on earth and for an eternity after that. Thank you for my family, thank you for sticking by me, thank you for teaching me unconditional love and believing in my potential as a husband, father, and provider. Mostly, thank you for being exactly who you are, because to me, love doesn t exist without you and I would have never known the true beauty of life without you in mine.
Gia s Dedication
Mommy, you were a force. You were and will always be my example of strength and independence. You were my living representation of beauty, humility, and kindness-my colorful picture of everything that a woman should be. You poured into me nearly everything that I am and everything that I will ever amount to.
You are my sense of comfort. You are my sense of home. In this life, I always felt as though it never mattered what went wrong or how badly I was tested, because I always had my mommy.
It felt as though you were my personal suit of armor-protecting me from the world.
You were my backup plan, my back-out plan, my I ll always have your back plan, my I ll never turn my back on you plan, and now, my We ll be back together one day plan.
You were unwavering. Since I was a little girl, you assured me that I could come to you with anything and for everything, and you would not judge me for any wrong turns that I would take or any bad decisions that I would make. You were my fixer. And you let me know that if I ever got myself into anything, you would be right there to get me out. You had the ability to take a bad situation and use it as an opportunity to teach me a valuable lesson and uplift me. You were my source of empowerment. You provided me with the playbook of how to raise a daughter, and, with gratitude, I am able to refer to it daily as I raise my own daughters. To me, you seemed to know everything-as though you had all the answers. I came to you for guidance, advice, and support-consistently, as did many others. And you never, ever disappointed. You were my closest friend, the one with whom I shared everything.
You told me that, despite all the complications and disappointments of the world, I could always stand on my own. You taught me steadfastness. You taught me resilience. You taught me that my thoughts and my words matter. You taught me that I was important.
You were my sidekick. I always wanted to have you near me. And if I m being honest, while growing up, I always felt badly for my peers because they didn t have you as a mother. In my eyes, they were missing out. You and Daddy were my greatest gifts. I enjoyed my childhood. I enjoyed my life. And I spent it with you by my side, cheering me on, grooming me to understand that I can accomplish anything and teaching me to cultivate a life from all the choices that were at my feet.
I remember sliding into the bed at night while you were watching The Young and the Restless on our VCR. I would lie next to you and you would cuddle me with your left arm. I remember the comfort that I felt with the touch of your hand. There was something special about that touch. It made me feel warm and safe. Without words, it made me feel loved and close to you. I remember thinking this was your special power, and I wondered if I would have the ability to make my children feel the same way, if I was blessed enough to become a mother one day.
Even as a grown woman, married and with those children of my own, I would slide into bed next to you, wanting to feel that same comfort. It amazes me that, even as your memory and mind were failing, your heart never forgot how to share that touch with me.
You always referred to me as spunky and fun, as were you. As two kindred spirits, we laughed and explored together. We traveled to different parts of the world to experience varying perspectives on life. We enjoyed absorbing the cultures and diving into what each destination had to offer. It didn t always go as expected, but at least we did it hand in hand.
Once, when we were in Hawaii, I encouraged you to go zip-lining through the treetops at the heights of Haleakala. You were, at first, resistant; on the way, terrified; and once you got there and looked down, noncooperative. But eventually, you agreed to give it a try. After the first course and at a speed of about thirty-five miles per hour, you cried and told me off for making you do it.
Then, when we were in Saint Martin, I encouraged you to participate in a mock America s Cup sailboat race-and you did. The sea was rough and the boat swayed vigorously, frightening everyone aboard. You were drenched and swore that it was going to capsize. You cried and, yet again, told me off for making you do it.
On another occasion, we visited Antigua, and like me, you couldn t swim, but I encouraged you to Jet Ski anyway. You fell into the water as you climbed onto the Jet Ski from the boat. You thought you were drowning, believed you were going to lose your life in the Caribbean Sea that day, cried, and, yet again, told me off for making you do it. This time, you actually went and sat on a big rock on the beach by yourself and didn t speak to me for about an hour while you collected yourself.
While I look back at all these occasions with a laugh, more importantly, they share one thing in common besides the tears and cussing: Each time, you signed up for the next adventure and thanked me for pushing you out of your comfort zone so that you can truly experience an even fuller life-because, as you put it, life is for living! It is because of you and Daddy that I teach my children to never lose sight of the joys in life created by collecting experiences. You were curious and willing, even when you were uncertain. I marveled at your ability to look back, laugh, and retell those stories as fun and exciting memories of time spent with your daughter.
I thank God that I had the opportunity to share those times with you.
You were humble and forgiving. You taught me that people are not perfect and at times, they will falter. That we must have an open heart. You would say to me, If you have an opportunity to help someone, you should. And you led by example. You routinely gave anything you had, including your home, to anyone who was down on their luck and in need. Often enough, I would walk out of my room, see a stranger in the kitchen, and say to myself, Oh, so who s living with us now? It was as though your measure of yourself was determined by the degree to which you could help someone else. Through those examples, I learned compassion, generosity, and selflessness. They say that our parents are our first teachers. Well, Mommy, you taught me well.
The work of a mother is immeasurable because the trickle-down effects of her influence, and the generations that those drops transcend, are boundless.
I will speak about you daily. I will never let your grandchildren forget your greatness, and that it is because of that greatness they will be raised with greatness.
I honor you for the c