Premeditated Pseudonym

1|Stomach Bug

"Chelsea! Chelsea! Wake up!" I grunted as I turn, yawning and stretching before actually opening my eyes. It's 6 am and the sun had already been out. "Damn, I'll be extra late to work today," I said to myself.

The sound of my mom serving my breakfast always gets me excited to get off my lazy behind. It smelt like bacon and eggs with French toast and I already know my beverage. I was right, orange juice. I hadn't been feeling well for the last two days and my significant other was just stressing me out.

Mom and dad always knew how to make me feel better. I'm not saying my spouse is terrible. Honestly, he's a real gentleman at times, but when he's angry or in one of his moods, I rather stay away from him for a while.

My name is Chelsea, as you already know. My spouse, Taylor, was once my prince charming. Our relationship before marriage wasn't perfect, but we were in love. I hurt him too many times to count, but despite that, he stayed and showed me, unconditional love.

When we met, I was in a difficult situation, my last child's father and I weren't seeing eye to eye. I used to be scrolling through Facebook and I remembered seeing this guy posting repetitively depressing quotes. Being a naturally friendly, caring person, I reached out to him.

He had recently gotten himself into a relationship with this girl, and upon hearing his story, I knew that she was using him. I tried making him laugh and I also offered advice, so he could catch her for himself. I honestly didn't want to be a homewrecker, because I myself needed help.

Taylor, when talking with me, sometimes used to flirt, sending love emojis and kissy faces. I loved the attention so I encouraged him, sending some back as well. Taylor and I talked, but he always seemed distant. I reached out so much that I think he got fed up with me and started ignoring me for hours at a time. I decided to take a time out, leaving him to his thoughts and giving him time. 

Then one fateful day, he decided to text me but I had been playing hard to get, so I ignored his messages until he said: "I really need you."That's when I knew he was serious and couldn't take it anymore. I decided to offer him comforting words to help him with his situation and occasionally made him laugh. Who could be better than making jokes at a serious interval? Me, that's who. 

The very next day had been my birthday and I was really excited. I was about to go to this nice restaurant and enjoy myself to the fullest. After all, Thirty only comes along once in a lifetime. Taylor messaged me that same night after he had reached home, asking me for my number so he could call and talk to me, so I gave him and told him to call in the next fifteen minutes. I had just finished dressing but needed both hands to put on my heels.

Right on time, Taylor called. we talked shortly until my ride had arrived, so I invited him out with me. Honestly, I was just pulling his leg since I know he hadn't gotten paid yet so his pockets were empty. As I arrived and started having fun, my phone rang. Taylor's number flashed across the screen so I answered as I walked away from the noise. He was about to leave home so he just called to confirm with me that he would be on his way.

I immediately panicked. I continued my bluff telling him to call me when he arrived at the taxi stand. Just as he said, he had arrived in exactly twenty minutes and rang my number. I looked at the phone but was in better company so I just ignored the ten calls he called me. It was cruel of me but I couldn't let him come way up here with little money in his pocket. Besides, I was with my last child's father and he had a night planned for us. An intimate night at that, and if Taylor had shown up here, that vagina appointment he scheduled wouldn't be serviced.

After the tenth phone call, he sent a message that he was on his way home. I was relieved so I called him inviting him back, just to pull his leg, but I know he wouldn't come back. I told him I was sorry and I didn't want him to come here with little money around my gold-digging female friends so he understood. It was a win-win situation, I would get my vagina serviced after a drought period of a few months, and Taylor would still be my friend.

The rest of the story is really long, so long story short, we finally met at the hospital where my baby and I had clinic and they both took a liking to each other. My baby's father was out the picture until he and one of his other women were on bad terms and he needed sex. I wasn't in any mood to complain so I went along with it. whenever we would end up on bad terms because of my jealousy, I would run to Taylor who by now I knew liked me more than I liked him. He was a great listening ear so I told him everything.

Despite what I told him, he stayed and comforted me so I had been falling for him unknowingly. I invited him one time to meet me in my village and my stupid brother invited him to our home where everyone had been drinking and smoking, having a great time. When it was over, it had already been too late for him to travel and I had already gotten drunk from all the alcohol so I went inside and locked the door.

I fell asleep, so when I woke up, I noticed Taylor on the floor of my bedroom where I and my children slept. apparently, my big brother let him in since he liked his vibes and he warned him that he would kill him if anything bad happened. I was still tipsy and when I'm like this, I loved a lot of rough sex, so I called him into the bathroom. we both took a bath before I led him to the floor where he stroked deep for more than an hour. I was in heaven and also in awe that someone six years younger than me could stroke so good, but he still needed practice to fully satisfy me.

"Taking advantage of me while being intoxicated is called rape!" I told him, but it was the best rape I had ever gotten. I just couldn't let him know that part. He was also intoxicated but had more control than me, so I made him feel bad about it. It took him six months to reach this far with me, as opposed to, two days with other women or the same night. Then again his exes were young, not mature like me. Since that night, we had been having sex more occasionally and I had been head over heels for him.

I honestly liked him but I really wanted my baby's daddy to be with me and also be a part of his child's life. If he knew about Taylor, then he would be free to have his ladies and leave me altogether. I couldn't let that happen, so I gave Taylor a choice to either stay with me while I was with my baby's father or go and be happy somewhere else. I also knew once my baby's daddy was with me alone, then I would have to get rid of Taylor, but that bridge would have been crossed when I arrived at it.

It just so happened that I lied to my father, who hated my baby's daddy and liked Taylor, in order to live with us. He agreed and moved in with just some clothes so I had my cake and eating it too. I could be comforted by Taylor while working on my relationship with the man of my dreams. Taylor tried to make me be with him only but my heart wouldn't let me. Eventually, Taylor started searching, while living with me.  I caught him flirting with three different girls on separate occasions and that hurt since I started falling in love with him. I had forgotten about my baby's daddy and focused on Taylor but that incident messed me up.  For the next three years, I honestly put Taylor through hell. 

I went back to baby daddy, made love with him regularly and came home to lie with Taylor after telling him the truth. I just wanted to get rid of him but I wanted him to leave on his own. I have honestly never met another human so stubborn as Taylor. I literally put him through hell for three years and here he stayed, comforting me when I needed it and loving me the way I wanted to, but my baby daddy. It hurt my heart to put him through this but I was turned off somewhat, by what he did.

Eventually, daddy intervened at a point I had been hospitalized with my child. Every time he came to visit me, there was Taylor. Daddy asked me if baby daddy visited me at all. Ashamed, I hung my head and replied to him. Daddy had always been my hero and he offered some advice. "Who is this boy? He always here with you and where is the child's father? Nowhere to be found. Why don't you love this boy? He clearly loves you, but you studying that other jackass!" 

Daddy had always been vulgar, but that's his charm and I love him for it. I finally took his advice and gave Taylor a chance, which was the best thing I could have ever done, or at least I think so. After all my mental had already been tarnished to a point.