T and I separated on my 23rd birthday. I know, it's such amazing timing right? Well, here's the story.
I had my baby girl Klarissa right around my 20th birthday - obviously with Tyga. As much as I expected things to change dramatically they did. But in a good way.
We were complete. Our little family. Me , T, King, and baby K. The Stevensons.
See, that's the problem... I wasn't a Stevenson. (Ironic right?)
Everything was amazing in our lives. Practically perfect, T was an amazing father, amazing BOYFRIEND, business was good, King was doing so good in school (all his work 100% just how we knew he would do), Chyna was a non factor, all of our friends either married or in serious relationships.
The fact that T and I weren't married or even engaged really bothered me. Ughhh. I know I probably sound super selfish but I Just. Can't. Shake. It. Off.
I mean, I was a good girlfriend you know? I cooked for him, supported him, took care of King and baby K, sucked his soul out every. fucking. morning.
I even learned how to do King's hair, which was super hard but worth it.
I did EVERYTHING for him - fuck that, FOR US. I sound super arrogant huh?
I'm sorry but it's true! Yes we had our fights here and there but it never got in between our love for each other.
Everytime we went on a date for the past couple of years I thought "Okay ,I'm a bomb ass wife so he's probably gonna finally pop the question. " Even before we had our baby I would think that.
Nothing.
At all.
6 years and I've been waiting all 6.
All I could think to myself everyday was "Am I not good enough? Does he not want to marry me because he's planning on leaving me soon? Does he still love me as much as he used to or is he just putting on a show for the kids? Would he even care if we weren't together? "
I was so sick and tired of seeing everyone around me get married and engaged, I already had my family so I didn't stress on that but I mean marriage has always been something I've wanted.
I wanted to say "my husband" when I introduce T to someone I know.
I never flat out asked him because I didn't want him to think I was pushy even though I was all the time.
I genuinely thought about proposing to him once in a while. Obviously I snapped right the fuck out of that stupid ass idea and came back to reality.
Every Valentine's day, birthday, Christmas, New Years, shit even labor day I would constantly build myself up to believing that it COULD be the day.
Never came.
Even though it was so annoying and heart breaking knowing he doesn't even give marriage or proposal talk one ounce of thought, I still continued to be a good wife to him and a good mom to our kids.
Even his friends would ask when we're getting married and he would laugh as if it was a joke.
I didn't understand. He used to tell me he was going to wife me up all the time, he even went on Live fucking television saying he's going to marry me.
God he's so fucking confusing. Anyways, before I start becoming an emotional wreck let me get back to the story.
It was my 23rd birthday and I woke up to Riss (Klarissa) crying to come sleep with us. I went to her room and brought her to sleep with us for another two hours or so.
When I fully woke up, it was to the smell of burnt pancakes and OJ. T and King made me breakfast (I mean isn't that like the cutest thing ever?) As they started singing Happy birthday Riss woke up and automatically wanted T, she's literally the biggest daddy's girl ever (He never tells her no, like ever).
"Happy birthday baby, you know I love you" He says while grabbing my face to kiss me.
Yeah whatever you say dude.
Obviously I didn't say that, I was pretty happy the whole day while we sat at home doing nothing. That's how I wanted it, just us.
I really didn't except anything less then what I usually do on special occasions, just a proposal. Hehe
As the day goes on I get more and more happy birthday messages and posts to me, none of that shit mattered to me because the only thing I wanted was to be with my little family and my fucking ring.
At around 10:30 King and Riss were knocked out and T and I finally got our alone time (and a bitch got some birthday sex too Ha).
Finally when we were about to sleep T gets a call from his friend AE. Now let me tell you something...
AE is... Well, a hoe.
He has a new girlfriend every month and is literally the LAST person to ever want to settle down.
He had been dating this Instagram model for about 6 months and I wax actually shocked they lasted that long without him cheating.
Anyways, I hear loud cheering and screaming on there so I tell him to put it on speaker.
"Ayo T, maaaan you not gone believe this! " He yells
Both of us look that each other and know he's drunk. Gotta love a drunk AE tho.
"Maaaan Bri and I got engaged!!! "
I tried my best to keep calm.
I really, really , REALLY tried my hardest to keep myself from actually hitting T.
I was out of it. T congratulated him and I could feel him looking at me trying to see if I was okay. I wasn't saying anything.
I just sat up and stared at the wall and tuned out everything he was saying.
After a couple "Kylie, are you okay? " 's I couldn't hold it in anymore.
I blew up, and it wasn't one of my normal I'm pissed rants. It was crazy even for me.
I screamed at him non stop and threw some really low blows about the times I thought about leaving him or did. I told him I should've never had a baby with someone like him.I told him that I don't need him because I'll be perfectly fine raising Riss by myself and that he should've left when I had her because she doesn't need him either. I told him he's lucky I didn't leave him because I could have anybody.
I know! I'm a bitch... I didn't mean any of it, he was an amazing boyfriend and father and I did need him. I've never threatened to leave him because I never wanted to.
All 6 years of anger and frustration came out all at once.
I couldn't stop myself from saying this cruel things because the something just took over me. I didn't even try to keep myself from crying because I needed to.
"That's how you really feel Kylie? "
He looked pissed.
No. Ugh
"Yeah that's really how I feel, now get the fuck out. "
I'm such an idiot.
"Ight cool. I got bitches lined up waiting to fuck wit me anyways.Ion need this shit. "
I could tell he was hurt and mad.
I couldn't do anything but cry and be mad at him.
We're a family. And I just ruined it all because of my own selfish reasons? Was it selfish to want to marry the man I lost my virginity to? I know it's not true but I couldn't help but feel like the man who gave me a beautiful baby and kept my sanity all these years didn't love me like I loved him.
I got about two hours of sleep before my phone started blowing up with texts.
Hope you enjoyed this! It's something different from my other story. 💁 P. S Don't worry! They'll end up together at the end. ❤❤❤
Who do you think is wrong so far?
What would you have done in this situation as Kylie?
