Carly’s birthday was on Thursday and Preston’s was Saturday so they had a combined birthday dinner on Friday evening. They rented out a room at a sushi place in Lincoln Park for all of our friends. I don’t know why it didn’t cross my mind that Brady would be there. Maybe I just thought since I’m avoiding him everyone should be.
Preston came to my apartment early to get ready and I wore a chambray shirt dress, fringe booties, and lots of jewelry obviously. Preston and I made plans to come back and change after dinner then go to Boystown.
Carly met us at my apartment so we could Uber to the restaurant. We asked my new doorman to take pictures of us and he seemed kind of annoyed, but he better get used to it. We also took some selfies in the car.
When we were walking into the restaurant, Carly walked up close to me and said, “Brady is going to be here. I forgot to tell you. Are you okay with that?”
I stopped suddenly, but quickly recovered. Seriously? She couldn’t tell me something that important sooner? I wasn’t prepared physically or emotionally to see Brady. I planned on looking blindingly hot the first time I saw Brady since he broke up with me and I was wearing a fucking shirt dress. My hair wasn’t even curled. I hadn’t thought about him in a week (okay, a day)!
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I said breezily before speeding up and practically running to the bar at the front of the restaurant. I needed to drink.
I ordered three raspberry Long Islands for us and immediately started chugging mine. I wanted to get another one to take to the table with me, but I didn’t want to use alcohol as a crutch. I was going to face Brady like a champ, sober.
When we got back to the room they reserved, Kendra and John were already there along with some of Preston and Carly’s friends so there was a pretty good turn out. I didn’t see Brady right away, but I also didn’t look around for him. I followed Preston to meet his friends (Preston is the kind of person who has a new best friend every week, but I’ve stuck around this long).
After planning our trip to Boystown later, I heard Carly say something like, “Oh, my boo is here,” and someone else say, “Hey Chris!”
I assumed that meant Brady had arrived also so suddenly I was really interested in what Preston’s friend, Julia, had to say. I actually can’t stand Julia. She’s one of those people who tells stories just to get a reaction. Like, “My dad works in the entertainment industry so he brought me home John Mayer’s guitar pick once.”
Cool, Julia. I’m so glad you told me that.
I had to pretend to be interested though and kept nodding and said, “Oh yeah, totes.”
Finally, after what felt like years of trying to avoid looking around the room, I glanced up. Carly and Chris were in a corner with Kendra, John and Brady. His back was to me and suddenly I felt like I was going to cry. Why would Carly invite him without asking me first? My arm pits started to sweat and I considered making a run for it and skipping the dinner all together.
I told Preston I was going to the restroom so I could make sure I looked okay. I sent Kendra a text while I was in there.
“I can’t fucking believe he’s here and Carly didn’t tell me beforehand.”
She didn’t respond as quickly as I wanted so I added, “I’m seriously about to go home.”
Finally she said, “Just say hi and be nice. You’re making it a big deal.”
Rude. I touched up my lipstick and brushed my hair before finally going back out there to avoid Brady for the entire dinner. I found Preston and proceeded to complain to him about Carly. He listened for a moment before glancing over my shoulder and saying, “I’ll be right back, lover.”
I was confused and turned around to find Brady walking toward me. Oh, fuck.
“Hey stranger,” he said, stopping so there was a chair between us.
Hey fucking stranger. That’s all he had to say? I guess I give him credit for even having the balls to come up to me, but he couldn’t think of anything better to say after a month and a half of not talking?
“Oh hey,” I heard myself say.
“How’ve you been?”
I noticed that Brady had a hand gripping the side of the table, almost nervously. He smelled so fucking good and he looked really good too obviously. He looked exactly the same. I feel like I looked a little different – I’m going to the gym regularly now and I think you can see it in my face and I parted my hair differently that night.
“Um, wonderful. No complaints,” I said.
Brady smirked like he thought it was a lie. For some reason it really annoyed me and I suddenly wanted to remind him who he was dealing with.
“What about you? Love the shirt. Is it new? It seems a little daring for you.”
I hoped he caught on to my subtle shade. His shirt was actually typical Brady – short sleeved slim fit button down, but in a light purple, teal and white checked pattern. Probably from J. Crew’s spring collection. He looked really adorable.
Brady looked down at himself and back at me then kind of laughed. “Thank you. I picked it out myself. Glad you like it.”
Wait. Was he flirting with me? In his subtle Brady kind of way? I raised my eyebrows at him and he shrugged sheepishly.
“But yeah, I’m doing well-”
I cut him off. “Working lots as usual?”
He stuck his hands in his pockets and I secretly hoped I was making him regret his entire existence.
“Yep. Working a ton. You as well?”
I nodded. “Mmhm. And I just moved into a new apartment. It’s really nice, I love it so much.”
Brady’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
I definitely wanted him to know that I was just fine even though I didn’t move in with him, but I also wanted to invite him over and fuck him in front of my huge windows.
“Yeah. Best decision ever,” I smiled.
Brady smiled back and I almost considered seeing what he was doing after dinner.
“Well, I’m glad you’re doing well,” he said. “We…don’t have to be strangers, you know.”
Excuse me? What was he getting at?
“Uh, okay,” I said.
“It was good seeing you,” Brady said and then he turned to walk away.
That was it. We didn’t talk to each other for the rest of dinner or say goodbye. I wasn’t really in the mood for Boystown after dinner, but Preston wouldn’t let me back out. I only lasted one drink before I started complaining and whining and being really annoying to be around. Preston gave me the go ahead to go home.
On Saturday evening I hung out with Kendra and John at their apartment. I really wanted to talk to Kendra about what happened with Brady so I waited until John went into the kitchen to start talking.
“He said, ‘We don’t have to be strangers,'” I recalled. “Which means he wants to talk? Like as friends?”
“Why don’t you call and ask him?” Kendra replied.
“No! He needs to call me, he’s the one who said it!”
John must have been lurking around a corner because he came back just then and offered his own opinion.
“Why does it matter who calls who? You both want to talk to each other so just fucking do it.”
“Because it’s his fault we are in this situation anyway. He needs to call me,” I pouted.
“With that attitude, no wonder you are where you are,” John said.
I rolled my eyes.
“Has Brady said anything to you about me?” I asked.
John shrugged in the way that I imagine he did when Kendra confronted him about the condom receipt (when he cheated on her).
“He has? What did he say?” I demanded.
“I think Brady just liked to pick John’s brain about sustaining a long term relationship. Not recently,” Kendra explained.
“Reese, you may not know this, but you’re kind of a tough nut to crack,” John said.
“I am not!” I exclaimed.
Kendra and John looked at each other.
I let them know how annoying I think they are then went home soon after to get ready to go out with Preston. We were going back to Boystown and I needed to make up for how lame I was on Friday night.. So I danced for two hours straight. Literally my cardio for the day. If you ever need a fun workout, I recommend going dancing at a gay club. So much fun.
I spent Sunday finishing unpacking and cleaning then got lunch/dinner with one of my former coworkers. I came home and went to the gym in my apartment (haven’t met any hot guys there yet). Then I curled up on my couch with my laptop and a glass of wine to do some work.
I was really, really surprised when I checked my phone later that night and I had a new text from Brady. My heart started racing and I immediately put my phone down so I could mentally prepare myself for what it said. Plus – I don’t have my read receipts on or anything – but I didn’t want to open it right away.
A few minutes later, I picked my phone back up and opened the text message.
“Hey, how’s your day going?” it said.
It took me fifteen minutes to think up a response.
“Great. Yours?”
I didn’t know where the conversation was going, but I desperately wanted it to last all night. Our last text message was exchanged on February 18th and it felt ridiculously nice to be texting him.
“Good. I’m at the Cubs game and it looks like it’s going to be a shutout.”
There were still typing bubbles when I read this one so I waited.
“It was really nice seeing you on Friday. I hope you don’t hate me.”
I stared at my phone for five minutes trying to think of what to say. Finally I decided on, “I don’t hate you.”
“I’m an idiot. I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. Yep, definitely an idiot. Before I could respond, he sent another.
“I know you don’t care, but I really miss you.”
Whoa. That’s when I realized he’d been drinking. Brady wasn’t going to say all this to me sober, even if it was via text message.
“Yes. You are an idiot,” I said. I held my breath as I sent another one. “And I do care that you miss me. I miss you too.”
He didn’t say anything for fifteen minutes and I was standing up pacing around my living room. Shit. He was probably pissed at me for calling him an idiot.
But then Brady said, “The game just ended. Do you think we could meet up and talk?”
“Sure. Do you want to come over and see my new place?”
Brady said yes so I typed in my address then jumped in the shower. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I definitely wanted to fulfill my dream of looking hot to show him what he’s missing. I put on a tight tank top with no bra and lace trimmed shorts.
Brady texted me after a while saying, “I think I’m outside your building,” so I ran down to get him. Sure enough, I found him standing out front. His hands were shoved in his pockets because it had gotten chilly and he was just wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He looked so, so good and I just wanted to warm his cute ass up.
“Hi,” I said, letting him in.
“Hey,” Brady said, smiling nervously.
We were silent as we waited for the elevator then when we were on our way up to my apartment, I asked, “How was the game?”
“It was okay. It looks like it might be a long season for the Cubs,” he said. I could tell he was trying really hard not to look at my chest so he was staring intently at my face. His eyelids were low and his nose was a little red and it was so adorable.
I looked away. I don’t know what he meant by long season or whatever so I was just like, “Yeah.”
We got up to my apartment and I let us in. It never gets old walking into my gorgeous apartment.
“Do you want a tour?” I asked, bragging.
“Yes.”
I took him around the apartment, showing him the kitchen, my office, bathroom, living room and finally my bedroom. We stared out the huge window for a moment then Brady said, “This is such a great place for you. It fits you perfectly.”
“I know,” I said excitedly. “I’m so happy I moved here.”
Brady sat down on the end of my bed and I followed him. Okay. Time to talk. Does anyone else touch their hair a lot when they get nervous? I do. I was running my hand through my hair and I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was probably pushing my boobs out and looked like I was trying to seduce him. I wasn’t.
Brady said, “So,” and before either of us could start talking he kissed me.
I don’t know if I was expecting it or what, but I kissed him back without hesitation. He groaned into my mouth and I took in his familiar scent and taste. Hastily, he pushed me back on the bed and hiked up my shirt up. I yanked his t-shirt over his head and started sucking his neck. Had to give him a hickey for old times sake, right?
“Oh God, Reese,” he moaned and leaned down so he could suck on my boobs. He made his way down my torso and stopped at the top of my waistband. Then Brady inched my shorts down and pulled them off.
It was all happening really fast, like Brady was afraid I would stop him if I had time to think about it. I would never stop him. It felt too good.
The next thing that happened is one of those moments that is going to replay in my head over and over. Brady stood up in front of me and pulled his pants down so his penis sprung out. His penis is so fucking perfect. He grabbed it with his hand and started, like stroking it before taking a step toward me and pushing it inside me. I don’t know why or if it makes me a pervert, but that turned me on so much.
Brady lightly kissed my neck while thrusting in and out then he started talking to me.
“I miss you so much. I miss this,” he said.
“Mmmhm, me too,” I said back.
“Really? You miss me?”
“Mmmhm.”
“You don’t act like it,” Brady said.
“I do. I miss you,” I breathed.
A couple of minutes later, Brady said, “I love you.”
“I love you,” I said back and he moaned my name as he came.
He climbed off me after he caught his breath and then he pulled me next to him on the bed so we were laying side my side. A few minutes went by then Brady turned to me.
“Do you mean that?” he asked.
“Mean what?” I knew what he meant, but I wanted to make sure.
“You love me? Are you just saying that?” Brady was looking at me closely.
“No, I really do,” I heard myself say. “Seriously.”
“I messed up. I’m sorry. I deserve for you to hate me.”
“I could never hate you,” I said even though I did for like a week. I kissed his cheek then turned so he was spooning me.
We fell asleep almost immediately and I was literally so happy. I didn’t know what any of it meant, but just being with Brady and snuggling with him was exactly what I wanted. It just felt right.
Something woke me up this morning and I opened my eyes to see Brady quietly putting his shoes on at the side of my bed. It was still dark out so it had to have been really early. I watched him for a moment and he must have felt me staring because he turned around and looked at me. He seemed startled.
“Hey,” Brady said quietly, standing up. “I have to get to work.”
I nodded.
He picked up his phone and wallet and paced a bit before saying, “I’ll see you later, Reese.”
“Bye,” I croaked in my sleepy voice. I watched him walk out of my room and listened to him let himself out the front.
I laid there for a couple of hours just recapping what happened and what we said. I’m so fucking confused. Did Brady bootycall me? Or was it my own fault for inviting him over? I haven’t heard from him since he left, but we definitely need to discuss what happened. He can’t just come over and tell me he loves me and stuff without wanting something to come of it. Right? I mean, I don’t know if I even want anything either. Actually that’s a lie. I would probably marry him tomorrow if he asked me. I just hope last night wasn’t a mistake.
hot mess in high heels. 
Oh sweetheart – what a night for you. Nothing is more emotional than after breakup sex and love talk…I felt like crying when I read that you woke up and he was leaving! I’d feel super vulnerable and a little pensive since it seemed kind of cold when he left…or did him leaving the way he did feel ok to you?
Super props to you for opening up Reese. No one can say you didn’t give this everything you could.
no I think the way he left was shitty! I get that he had to get ready for work but that wasn’t cool.
Ok – yeah…Him leaving the cowards way was ridiculous. I’d send him a text “After last night, we need to talk…if it’s only to make things easier at social functions in the future. What time are you free? Let’s meet at …….” Then when you meet him at a place you guys won’t have sex ;-), ask him why he broke up with you and why last night happened. He has to give you some explanations before you start giving him the love.
Don’t do the whole “he needs to call me first” don’t. Text him and say you need to talk. Then meet him outside your apartment. You need to talk. Really talk. You need to take the initiative. Because if you don’t and that’s all he wanted hell keep doing it. If it’s not and he was to more hell think you don’t care. Jump on this Reese. Text him and talk. Really talk. If you love him you need to. Because he’s too scared. He has no idea how you feel. He asked if you meant you love him. He’s scared that you don’t feel the same.
I agree! Give it to him straight and insist that if he feels the same, that he be as brave as you are in expressing your feelings. If he’s a man who is in love with you, he should rise to the occasion. No pun intended.
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I agree with this 100%. If he was missing you and didn’t call you, then he obviously had no idea how to handle the situation. Help him out a little, kind of guide him, if that’s what you’re sure you want. Weigh your pros and cons… Do you trust him?
I stand by my last statement that I don’t think you can go back to someone after sleeping with someone else, but hopefully you’ll prove me wrong. (That’s my jealous tendencies coming out.) Your relationship may have been dramatic, but it made you happy and in the end that’s what matters! Good luck girlie! 😊
Why can’t she go back to him after being with Kyle? They were broken up when she did that, with radio silence between her and Brady. I’m not usually one to be on Reese’s side, but she didn’t do Brady wrong by being with Kyle.
heyy, you should always be on my side lol
I think I’m not getting my point across. I don’t believe at all that Reese did Brady wrong. They were broken up and she could do whatever she wanted. I hope she does get back together with him if that’s what she wants. I know that I couldn’t, because having slept with someone else, and wondering if he did (though I reeeeeally doubt he did!)… That can lead to jealousy on both ends. Sort of like the whole Ross and Rachel thing? But hey, they worked out in the end! ☺
Brady doesn’t have to know what I did while we weren’t together and I don’t have to know what he did (although he better not have done anything)
“But we were on a break!!!” Sorry, friends won’t leave my mind
I know, I know.
YESSSSSS!!!!!!
You need to call him and talk about what happened. Don’t shy away or be scared of any response that he may give you. Yes it was a booty call, and those things happen. Especially after a break up and relationship like yours. The key thing to do here is to talk it out and be clear with what you want.
Worst case scenario, you guys will have closure – if you both agree it was a mistake.
I will!
dafuque! lol
I follow you on twitter, so I’ve been dying for a new post since I knew you saw him.
I did not expect all of this, but it’s not a bad thing at all. No wonder you two can’t talk, you’re afraid to put yourself out there and he’s afraid to admit anything.
I agree with everyone that you can’t let this lie. If you wait too long, you’ll miss the window and end up hating him. Throw the guy a bone, it’s clear he misses you and loves you and is terrified you’re going to reject him. If it was a bootycall, he would have never said the things he did. Brady is obviously good at being quiet and he wasn’t, so if anything that should make you feel better.
I feel like he only said it because he was drunk and he was embarrassed which is why he left like that this morning.
I really think he wants more; I feel like he’s scared you maybe don’t feel the same way he does (loves and misses you). Especially b/c he asked if you really meant it when you said you loved him and he thinks you didn’t miss him. I pretty much think he left the ball in your court.
I really don’t believe that was a booty call at all. I really believe he misses and loves you. You have to reach out or else he’ll think you don’t care. I think he is a confused as you and you’re both acting this way b/c neither of you want to get hurt. Neither of you are sure how the other is feeling but in reality, you both love and miss each other.
YAY! I’ve been waiting for this post. 🙂
the ball is in his court!!
No girlie, it’s totally in yours. Break down your barriers and tell him how you feel & what you want.
okay I will 🙂
this made me so happy in a way that shows me that i am way too invested in your relationship. lol
while I’m not a fan of the way he left this morning, you definitely need to call him and talk like K said. There’s a small window of opportunity in which you guys can talk about what happened and i really think you need to. but to me, this definitely wasn’t a booty call and i think he wants more based on the things he said. i really really hope this works out for you
Ahhh, holy shit. I had no idea that was going to happen. I think for Brady, that was probably as forward as he’s going to get. Are you freaking out or are you okay?
I’m so confused. he hasn’t called me or texted me today which I think he should so I just want to cry.
YESSS!! This is exciting!
My fiancé (husband in 5 daysss) and I had an on and off again relationship for 3 years, dating other people; keeping things casual. It took going through a nasty fit of not talking for 9 weeks to realize we didn’t want to celebrate the joys of life with anyone else nor, could there ever be another to support through the rough times.
From his perspective with not being happy with what he was doing for work anymore and you changing careers made him slightly jealous of your free spirit to dive into something new without 3rd guessing yourself.
I like you and Brady, I hope it works out for the both of you! Good luck! I also agree with the above commenters, text him, but meet him somewhere neutral.
congrats on getting married!!!
I’m getting married this weekend, too!!!!!!! YAY! I don’t know about you, but I am SO ready. haha
congrats!!!
Can’t wait to find out what happens next!!
AHHH, love this!! Can I just say that I want to be your friend! 🙂 hahaha you have the best stories!
let’s be friends!
Text him. Even if it’s with a WTF text. You deserve something.
Also I live in Lincoln park and always love when you talk about the places my friends and I go! I also not so secretly think we should be friends!
Omg please can you text him. He clearly likes you and is just freaking out. As someone said, small window of opportunity. Please do this, Reese. I know you are sad today but it will make it better, I promise.
what’s this small window everyone is speaking of
Just like wouldn’t it be so random if you texted him in a week? You can always text if you want but I say you have today or tomorrow maybe Weds for it to be not awk.
How are you feeling?
I’m feeling pretty crappy.
If it matters at all, I totally know that exact feeling. It will be okay. Give it a few days. xo
Text him. Even if it’s with a WTF text. You deserve something.
Also I live in Lincoln park and always love when you talk about the places my friends and I go! I also not so secretly think we should be friends!
I’m totally down to be friends!
I think you guys got back together. I’m looking at it from Brady’s perspective. He doesn’t like talking, but he did. He told you he was an idiot he asked if you really loved him, he told you he loved you. And he did say he would talk to you later. He’s at work and you know how that is, that’s why he hasn’t texted you yet. I’m sure he’ll call or text. Hope you guys have a good talk.
what? we haven’t even talked about it at all, we are not back together
I’m not saying it’s ok. But looking at it from his pov. He talked to you or he might think he did. I’m sure everything that you are feeling he’s feeling too. So don’t be afraid to be the first one to reach out even if it’s a WTF text.
…they didn’t get back together lol what. hooking up does not equal dating again.
My heart was in knots reading this. I cried. Fuck. Ugh. I hope you reach out and talk with him. Good luck sweet girl 💚
don’t you guys hope he reaches out and talks to me and apologizes?
Of course I do. But I also know that relationships take compromise. I don’t think you should by any means let him out of this easy, but I don’t think it would hurt at this point for you to ask to talk. “I’d like to talk to you, when you’re ready let me know…” That’s all it has to be.
I will if I don’t hear from him in a couple of days.
I think you and brady use sex as a crutch. You have issues and instead of talking it out you have sex. Brady can’t have a real convo and express his feelings unless he’s drunk? Is that something you’re willing to live with? I know everyone is telling you to call brady and make the first move. However only you know what’s best for you. You need to weigh the pros and cons. In my opinion you abd Brady will continue repeating this cycle unless you make your feelings heard abd tell him what you want and need. He’s a grown ass man and needs to start acting like one.
I agree, but i don’t know how to express my feelings either so I can’t really hate him for that. it’s a bad combo for us to be together honestly
I was just starting to think about jumping off the Brady train but now I am firmly back on! It just would be so tragic for you guys to miss out on being together because you’re both too afraid of rejection to make the first move. He obviously realized his mistake but felt you were over him and was too scared to reach out. Look, he made the first move last night by texting and asking to meet up? Can’t you make the first move now? I can see why you’re upset, but if you want him, go after him!
it’s not even that I’m afraid of rejection, I just think he should reach out to me to explain what happened!
You seem to have no problem expressing how you feel here. Do you think you could be honest in a letter or an email to Brady? I say this because someone once told me to do that…. and it helped me. You don’t have to send it, but it will at least organize your thoughts so when you talk you are clear and can tell him what you are really feeling and how much this whole situation has hurt you. I’d be sure to include how you felt this morning when you saw him leave… I would come right out and ask if it was a booty call.
I am rooting for you two! I think you balance each other but, ultimately, this is your decision and no one can make it for you.
I like this idea and I think I will write a letter on my flight today. I think it’ll help me figure out how I feel.
Oh my goodness… what Brady is doing is EXACTLY what my ex and I did for almost a year…
Text him in a few days if he doesn’t contact you forst
Ha my phone published it too soon. Oops.
Text him. My ex and I got into this rut where we only could talk and have a heart to heart when one or both of us was intoxicated. After awhile, we just would get nervous trying to have a sober conversation… it destroyed us after awhile because you’ll always wonder if how the sober him is honest or the drunk him. If that makes sense. Talk, even if its to stop this from becoming a normal occurance. And trust me, nothing hurts more than becoming the person you loves bootycall.
omg. that’s totally how me and Brady are 😦
I think you should call him out for this now–in a nice way. Text him something like”You asked me if I meant what I said last night and I did. Was it just a booty call for you because it felt that way with you slipping out like you did this morning.You’re confusing me.” THEN the ball is really in his court. And I agree with what several others have said. Quit waiting for him. It’s like an enormous game of chicken and is pointless. Take control and call him first. Between his fear and your stubbornness you two are in a standoff. And actually, he DID call you first, since he texted you before he came over, so technically it’s your turn. Good luck, in any case!
this this this. text him exactly that. it’s real and forces him to face the problem. just stop being immature and do it. you clearly still care and if you’re going to play the “he better initiate this first” card you’ll never make any progress in this situation or any other future relationship.
okay okay okay. I’m going out of town for the next two days though and I want to talk to him in person.
true! thanks for the advice, I am going to say that… if he doesn’t call me in a few days
I’m crying. Is that weird? I’m being weird.
You guys def need to talk so I know if I need to stop hating him too.
lol I love you
ahhhhh!! I literally almost cried….I can’t wait to see what happens!
don’t cry love
This post made me happy!! I felt like I missed Brady too lol! Hope you guys can work out all there is to work out!!
me too!!!
I was so anti-reachingoutfirst…. but now I feel like this is the perfect opportunity to reach back out to him and ask what his deal is once and for all. I find it so weird and not okay for him to say the things he said and do the things he did and then try to sneak out like he banged some rando?! Hell no. Make him accountable. If he really wants you back in his life (which I OBVI feel is true) then he needs to be able to talk about this with you and clear the air.
MEN.ARE.SO.FRUSTRATING. hahah When I read that he tried to sneak out, my jaw literally almost dropped to my office floor. Not cool, man. Not cool.
omg I know. I’m so frustrated and annoyed with him!!!!!!!!!!!
I just love your blog; I hardly ever comment any blogs but I’m so happy to read that you and Brady “are back together” I hope everything works out for the best of you guys and don’t let your pride and ego take over you. You guys need to talk over your disagreements and make up for good at this point it doesn’t really matters who reaches out to who cuz You guys love each other and that’s all that matters. Both of you guys compliment and love each other so why let a misunderstanding break you guys apart… Best wishes to both of you!
back together? not at all!
Hmmm… band-aid sex before having an actual adult conversation. Where has this happened before? Oh yeah, almost literally every time you two have had an issue. I wish you had talked to him before giving it up.
I assume you meant to add ” but I understand you are a human and working through issues just like everyone else, so I hope you work on that in the future?”
yep. same.
I was really happy and almost jumping with joy when I read about your 2 ‘encounters’ with Brady – was feeling rather proud of him to be the one initiating contact and texting you for the 2nd.
And then. Can’t help but to wonder if he was testing the water with his ‘don’t have to be strangers’ line – is he trying to imply something?
Sincerely hope that you get to talk to him soon, face to face and away from anywhere that can lead to sex. Since he knows the kind of person you are, don’t see a need for you to ‘control’ your drama. Just say the things that have been bugging you – the why did he do that previously and now..
All the best Reese! Hope to hear from you soon!! Xoxo
Baht!!! =D =D I love you, Reese. You two are adorable and going to figure it out I think. I see it as him trying not to wake you cuz he loves you and I can’t wait to hear about the awesome sober conversations yall are going to have!
And he totally wants to wife you, you two will be perfect as you learn to really communicate well and support each other. 🙂
Bahhh** is my weird textual scream of excitement, lol sorry that’s weirddd.
Faithful reader but I never comment.
I mean this in the nicest way (because after I read this I rolled over and hugged my “Brady”) This post made me sad and mad.
You are both so worried about your ego and potential rejection from the other that it’s getting in the way of you sharing your feelings with eachother. 😔
John’s and Kendra’s comments when you were at their house makes me think there’s so much more to this. Sounds to me like Brady wanted to talk but didn’t know how because you are a tough nut so to speak. You are a hard ass it seems so I personally think you’re both terrified of the affect you have on each other. Talk to him Reese! If it doesn’t work out the way you want, there’s no more worrying… Pick yourself up and start moving along again. You won’t have to question shit anymore.
But if it does work out?! Doesn’t that chance (because you always talk about how much you love him and it was sad to read your sad posts) that it will work out make it all worth it in the end?
Balls in your court.
Good luck. I’ve got faith in you!
Reese – when are you going to give us an update on your meeting with Brady! I’m dying to hear how it went!
hi! if not tonight them tomorrow. soon I promise!
I’M DYING TO KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING! I need to get a life, apparently because I can’t stop checking for an update! Lol, hope everything is going well and it will be a happy update! And soon!
soon babe
I hope you’ll holding up, cause I would be a complete mess.
I keep checking to see if you’ve updated! Let us know what’s happening soon!!!! Hope everything went okay at your lunch with Carly!
Omg me too. I obviously have too much time on my hands as a stay at home mom…I should do some laundry. Ugh.