Divorce is never easy. It’s a decision weighed down by layers of emotions, complexities, and personal struggles. And when you’re in the public eye, every step you take is scrutinized, magnified, and often misunderstood. Today, I want to share my story – not for the sake of gossip or headlines, but for the sake of my own healing and hopefully to shed light on the realities many face in their relationships.
When I first met Kanye, there was a magnetic pull, a connection that felt undeniable. Our love story unfolded in front of the world, and for a time, it seemed like a fairy tale. But as we all know, fairy tales have their dark chapters too.
Marriage is a journey, and ours took us through highs and lows, twists and turns that I never could have anticipated. We built a family together, shared dreams, and weathered storms. But eventually, cracks began to form, and those cracks widened into chasms that we couldn’t bridge.
One of the most challenging aspects of our relationship was navigating Kanye’s mental health struggles. Mental illness is not something to be ashamed of, and I want to make that abundantly clear. Kanye’s journey with bipolar disorder was a rollercoaster ride, not just for him but for our entire family. It’s a constant balancing act, trying to support someone you love while also protecting yourself and your children.
There were moments of beauty and creativity intertwined with moments of chaos and unpredictability. It’s a complicated dance, loving someone who is grappling with their mental health. And while I tried to be there for Kanye every step of the way, there came a point when I had to prioritize my own well-being and the well-being of my children.
Contrary to what some may believe, divorce was not a decision I made lightly. It was a decision born out of necessity – the necessity to create a healthier environment for myself and my children, the necessity to set boundaries and reclaim my sense of self.
I want to emphasize that Kanye is a brilliant artist, a loving father, and at his core, a good person. But sometimes, love is not enough. Sometimes, despite your best efforts, the most loving thing you can do is to let go.
Divorce is not a failure; it’s a recalibration, a chance to redefine your path and rediscover your strength. And while the road ahead may be daunting, I’m embracing it with open arms, knowing that I am worthy of love, happiness, and fulfillment.
