"TYGA GETS BACK WITH FIRST BABY MOMMA BLACCHYNA!!"
"BLACCHYNA FINALLY GETS THE LAST LAUGH."
"BLACCHYNA TO KYLIE : HE STILL WANTS THAT OLD THING BACK AFTER YEARS."
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theshaderoom : Oop. 😩 Looks like #Tyga hit #BlacChyna with that "Hey Big Head" text after fallout with #KylieJenner!
theshaderoom : #Tyga and #BlacChyna out last night! 👀 Roommates are you here for this #Chyga reunion or nah?
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No.
No fucking way.
Not possible.
He wouldn't.
He couldn't.
Not my baby.
We love each other, he would never do that to me.
But he did.
I can't believe it.
I've never been speechless in my life because of pain.
The bitch who caused all the problems in our relationship. Who gave up pretty much all the time she had with King just to do more publicity stunts and get herself into trouble.
The bitch who not only bashed us, but our entire family.
The bitch who spent all day drugged up on X and Molly all day and has no other job than hosting.
How DARE he?
Okay let's round up the reasons I should physically beat his ass.
1) Publicly embarrassing me with calling me all those names in his drunk post.
2) Not putting out a statement that he was drunk and none of the things he said were actually true.
3) Telling me King doesn't need me.
4) I can't even put it in to words because I don't want to believe it.
Why do I keep trying to fight for us?
It's clear he doesn't give a shit.
I need to give up on us.
I drove home, put Riss down for a nap and let myself cry.
All the pain is hard to explain.
I was getting hundreds of missed calls from friends and family trying to figure out what is going on.
I can't answer to anyone when I can't even tell myself what's happening.
I'm a mess.
25 missed calls from T and 40 messages telling me it's not what it looks like.
Fuck that.
No more excuses. If that's what he wants then I can't force him to get his head right.
I know I started this but he just finished it and I don't feel like trying to get even.
There's nothing I want more then to cut his balls off and shove them down his throat but I can't do that obviously.
So I give up. There's no more saving us. No more.
As I let myself cry for about an hour I hear the front door open. I live in a gated community so nobody gets in or out that gate without an ID so I know it's not a burglar.
It has to be T. But why the fuck would he come back?
It was him. He walked in with the same clothes he had on last night smelling like a strip club.
"Kylie I can explain - "
"No."
"It's not what it looks like she - "
"Please stop."
By now the tears were coming non stop.
"If you could just let me explain what hap - "
"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU,FUCK YOU,FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOU OKAY! FUCK YOU AND FUCK HER! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN YOU WOULD DO THIS SHIT TO ME! I SHOULD'VE LISTENED TO EVERYBODY ABOUT YOU BUT I DIDN'T AND NOW I FEEL LIKE A FUCKING CLOWN! I DON'T TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID ABOUT RISS NOT NEEDING YOU BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE HER FATHER! YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THIS FAMILY! "
"It's not like that Kylie please just listen to me - "
"I can't do this, I , I just can't do it anymore. I'm tired of this. I'm sorry for wasting your time okay? No, you know what - I'm sorry for wasting my time with someone who doesn't give a shit.And you know what else, no matter how much I want to hate you right now I can't so don't think I wanted to be done with you. I wanted us to be good but this is , it's just , I can't - "
I couldn't finish my sentence because the more I talked the more I cried.
T just stared at me with his eyes kind of glossy. He didn't say a word after that. He just stood there. Fucking say something dude.
Nothing.
I waited in Riss's room crying until it was time to pick up King.
I grabbed Riss and started walking out the door and just before I left I seen T sitting on the couch.
"I need you to be out of here by tomorrow. I'm taking the kids to a hotel tonight."
