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THE MARRIAGE ENDED. THE PROMISE DID NOT. After ten years of marriage, Jelly Roll and Bunnie Xo have gone their separate ways. But in a world where breakups often end in bitterness and blame, they have chosen a different path: kindness. Bunnie recently opened up on her Dumb Blonde podcast about the heartbreaking journey they endured: four embryos lost and three failed IVF transfers since 2019. The emotional and physical toll of trying to build a family created cracks in their marriage that, eventually, could not be repaired. But even after signing the divorce papers, they refused to give up on their biggest dream. Bunnie confirmed they are still having a baby together, vowing to raise “Little Nugget” as one big, united family. As Jelly Roll told the crowd in Saratoga Springs that same night: “Bunnie, I love you. Thank you for those 10 years.” The marriage may be over, but their love has simply shifted into a new form—one built on mutual respect and the shared promise of a new life.

After 10 Years of Marriage, Bunnie Xo Says She and Jelly Roll Are Still Having a Baby

When news broke that Jelly Roll had filed for divorce from Bunnie Xo, many fans assumed the story was over. Ten years of marriage, a public split, and a long road of heartbreak seemed to close the chapter on a relationship that had always felt larger than life.

But on her Dumb Blonde  podcast, Bunnie Xo shared something that surprised a lot of listeners: she and Jelly Roll are still having a baby together.

A Private Battle Behind the Public Story

For years, Bunnie Xo and Jelly Roll carried a private pain that was never easy to see from the outside. Their journey to parenthood began back in 2019 and included three IVF transfers and the loss of four embryos. It was a process filled with hope, waiting, and devastating disappointment.

Bunnie Xo spoke honestly about how hard that period was on her. The repeated hormone treatments and losses affected her emotionally, physically, and spiritually. She described feeling unlike herself, as if the strain of it all had slowly worn her down.

“It changed me in ways people never saw,” Bunnie Xo said, reflecting on the years of trying to build their family.

That kind of grief does not stay in one place. It seeps into everyday life, into conversations, into the quiet moments when people are supposed to feel safe. Bunnie Xo said the pressure created cracks in the marriage that could not be ignored.

The Divorce Did Not End the Bond

Even after the divorce papers were signed, Bunnie Xo and Jelly Roll did not walk away from each other completely. Instead, they chose a different kind of ending — one built on love, respect, and a shared dream that never fully disappeared.

Bunnie Xo called Jelly Roll her best friend, and she said they will raise Little Nugget together as one big  family. That message gave fans a clearer picture of what this chapter really looks like: not a bitter breakup, but a difficult transition shaped by years of trying, losing, and still holding on.

On the same night, Jelly Roll stepped on stage in Saratoga Springs and spoke directly to the crowd with emotion. He said, “Bunnie, I love you. Thank you for those 10 years.” It was a simple message, but it carried the weight of everything they had been through.

A Different Kind of Love Story

Some relationships end in silence. Others end with anger. But Bunnie Xo and Jelly Roll seem determined to close this chapter with honesty and care. Their story is not neat, and it is not easy. Still, it is deeply human.

They lost embryos. They faced heartbreak. They signed divorce papers. And yet, the dream of becoming parents remains alive.

 

 

For fans who have followed them for years, this update is a reminder that real life rarely follows one clean path. Sometimes love changes shape. Sometimes a marriage ends while a family is still being built. And sometimes, even after everything, two people decide to keep showing up for the child they hoped for together.

That is the story Bunnie Xo and Jelly Roll are telling now: not one of perfect endings, but one of continued commitment, shared history, and a baby still on the way.

 

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