Brady and I were doing so well and were practically newlyweds…until Friday. I went over after the gym and we had plans of staying in and watching tv/being lame all night. I even brought birthday cake Oreos for the occasion. We started watching tv on the living room couch with my feet in his lap.
We watched an episode of Say Yes To The Dress (guilty pleasure) and then Chris came in the living room and said, “Dude, are you coming?”
Brady jumped up and followed Chris without saying anything to me.
“Uh, where are you going?” I asked.
“I’ll be right back,” Brady called and I watched them walk through the the kitchen toward the dining room.
Uh, okay. I wasn’t sure what they were up to, but I was too lazy to get up and investigate. I got through two episodes of House Hunters before Brady came back.
“Hey beautiful,” he said, collapsing at the end of the couch. I eyed him out of the corner of my eye and noticed the familiar red-eye, low eyelid look. Ugh.
“You were supposed to watch tv with me,” I whined.
“Relax. We can watch tv now,” Brady said calmly.
“But you missed like two episodes! Where did you go?” I continued. I know I was being kind of bratty, but that’s what I do.
“You’re so goddamn needy,” Brady said and I was so shocked that I think I actually flinched. He got up and walked back toward the kitchen.
“Where are you going now?” I called after him.
Brady did a hand gesture like he was shooing me away and disappeared into the kitchen.
I saw red. I wouldn’t say that I have an anger problem at all, but I had visions of going in the kitchen and knocking every ceramic and glass dish on the floor. And taking a piece of the broken glass to Brady’s face. How fucking dare he call me needy? I mean, I am, but still. I don’t know why he was acting surprised.
I sat there until I no longer had visions of destruction then got up to get in Brady’s bed. I’d left my phone charging in his room and when I checked it, I had a message from Matt. It was probably the worst time ever to hear from him since I was so pissed at my boyfriend.
“How was your week, Reese?” Matt asked.
“It was wonderful. Thanks for asking. How was yours?” I replied.
We began texting back and forth and I found out that he was out at the bar with his team. It was a lot of harmless small talk at first and then Matt said, “Can I tell you something?”
I said, “Yes.” I don’t know what I was expecting him to tell me, but I’m always pretty annoyed when people preface things. Like, “Can I ask you a question?” Just fucking say it.
“I think you’re incredibly sexy. I love the way you talk and carry yourself and you have an amazing body.”
“Thanks,” was all I said back.
“I can tell you’ll never give me the chance, but I want to know what you taste like.”
Whoa. I had no idea how to respond to that so I said, “😳” and that’s probably exactly how I looked too.
“I can take care of you, Reese. You tell me what you want and I’ll make sure you’re satisfied. Just give me the chance,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, even though I should’ve ignored him/explained that I have a serious boyfriend/blocked him.
“Anything you want. Money, a car, a house, vacations. You can have whatever you want, I just want you.”
A year or two ago, I would have jumped on this opportunity. A hot older man who wanted to fund my lifestyle just for having sex with him? Sign me up! But when I read that, I was thinking, “Ew, this guy thinks he can literally buy me.”
“I don’t need any of that stuff. I have my own money and I’m happy with what I have.”
“What do you want then?” Matt asked.
“Maybe you should try winning me over with your personality and not money,” I said.
I didn’t get to read his response before Brady walked in. I felt guilty so I threw my phone down, but I still glared at him.
“What are you up to, babe?” he asked, climbing on top of me.
“Being pissed at you,” I said, trying to push him off, but he wouldn’t budge.
He laughed like I was fucking joking and said, “What else is new?” He made his way down my body and I tried to stop him until I realized what he was doing.
Okay, fine. I was going to let him eat me out, but he wasn’t off the hook. Afterwards, I turned and faced the wall and ignored his advances until we fell asleep.
When I woke up on Saturday morning I was actually more pissed off than I was the night before. I wasn’t even being that needy! Brady was still sleeping so I snuck out of bed and showered and got ready in the bathroom. When I got out, Brady was awake.
“Hey. Where are you going?” he asked.
“Out,” I said. I knew he wanted to stay in bed and cuddle because that’s pretty much all we do on the weekends now, but revenge. I actually planned on going to an animal shelter and looking at dogs.
Brady could tell I was upset, but is too much of a pussy to ask why so he just said, “Okay.”
“Bye!” I said and walked out without another word.
I spent like three hours at the animal shelter just walking up and down the rows of cages and looking at all the dogs. They were so cute, the way they were looking up at me with their hopeful little eyes. I wanted to take all of them home. I talked to the girl who worked there about what kind of dog I was looking for and stuff. And then she wanted to show me cats. Ew.
I took some pictures of my favorites and wanted to send them to Brady, but I was mad at him so I didn’t. After I left the shelter, I texted Preston and asked him to have a drink with me. He had just gotten off work so I met him at a restaurant near his job. He surprised me by showing me his new tattoo. I didn’t even know he was considering getting one.
“It was a spur of the moment thing,” Preston explained. He got a cross on his tricep which is kind of funny considering he’s not religious at all. He said he just liked the way it looked. He went with Nicole and she got a dream catcher on her ribcage (she would).
“So what else is new with you?” I asked.
“Nothing really. Same old. Nicole’s on her way,” Preston answered.
Ugh. So I quickly told him what happened with Brady before she got there and started being all loud and inappropriate.
“But you were being needy,” he said.
“I know, but he didn’t have to be mean about it.”
“And you didn’t have to pout about it. Have you talked to him?”
I hadn’t. In fact, I hadn’t looked at my phone in a while so I dug it out of the bottom of my bag. I had several text messages from both Brady and Matt. Brady was being super nice and sending me stupid stuff from the Internet and saying that he was going to take me to dinner and I get to choose where. I didn’t say anything back because I was annoyed that he wasn’t even acknowledging what happened.
When Nicole arrived, we decided to go to Tourist Central aka Michigan Ave. After we walked around for a while we got cold and decided to go to my apartment. We had wine and Oreos and Nicole told us stories about the crazy things she’s done in relationships which honestly weren’t that crazy. I think it’s really dumb when people claim to be crazy and they aren’t, like why do you want to be crazy?
Brady texted me again saying, “Are you coming back here tonight?”
“No,” I said back thinking he would finally get the hint.
Preston and Nicole wanted to go out so I agreed because I had nothing better to do. I dragged my feet getting ready because I actually didn’t want to go. We went to some douchey place in River North because Nicole knows people there. We sat at the bar and I started talking to this guy named Phillip. I enjoyed talking to Phillip because he didn’t immediately try to hit on me or buy me a drink and seemed to just want to talk. And he was telling me about how he was thinking about applying to the same school Brady went to for pharmacy school and I said, “Oh my boyfriend went there!”
It didn’t change the dynamic of our conversation either (I don’t think). So maybe I’ll stop being afraid to mention my boyfriend to guys right away.
After we left the first place, we met up with some of Preston’s coworkers down the street. It’s funny because I think I’m a pretty fashionable person, but Preston and his coworkers looked like they belonged in fucking Paris or something. They had on black and layers and jewelry and things even I’m not daring enough to wear.
I eventually went home at around midnight. On Sunday, I got up, went to the gym, showered, put on a cute outfit and had brunch with Kendra and John. As soon as I left brunch Brady called me. Perfect. I planned on going over there anyway.
“Hi,” I answered.
“Hey. Do you want to get food?” he asked.
“You’re about an hour late. I just ate.”
“Okay,” Brady said. I wanted to fucking strangle him.
“Well, I’m coming over so see you in ten minutes.”
When I got to Brady’s I let myself in and found him straightening up the kitchen. He’s going to transition into a househusband so nicely.
“Hey,” Brady said cautiously.
“Can you come over and clean my kitchen too?” I teased to break the ice.
“Of course I will,” he said and I made a mental reminder to hold him to it.
“We need to talk,” I said. “Put your apron away and I’ll meet you in your room.”
I ambushed Brady when he walked into his room. I guess I had been holding it in long enough.
“First of all, you were so fucking rude the other night,” I said.
“What did I do?” He looked confused.
“You said I was ‘so goddamn needy.’ Like I’m sorry for not wanting to get ditched by my boyfriend.”
Brady looked all defeated like he loves to do when I yell at him. He’s so annoying.
“And you didn’t even apologize for what you said so you either didn’t notice or you didn’t care and I don’t know which is worse.”
“So what do you have to say for yourself, Brady?” I crossed my arms across my chest.
“I owe you an apology.”
“Because I confronted you about it?”
“No. I didn’t know you were mad about it, honestly.”
“Why wouldn’t I be mad?”
“Well, I guess I didn’t realize that I said that.” Brady looked up at me and I kind of felt bad for yelling at him. So I softened a little.
“If smoking is going to make you like that then I don’t think you should do it,” I said calmly. “You turn into a douchey frat boy and I don’t like it.”
“Okay. I completely agree. I’m sorry.”
I was satisfied with that answer so we just chilled the rest of the night. I definitely didn’t let him live it down and said, “Or am I being needy?” at every opportunity I got. But he should have expected that.
When I woke up on Monday morning, I had a ton of messages from Matt. I opened the thread and the last message said something like, “He’s a lying, cheating dog anyway.”
Huh? So I scrolled up and read them all.
“Hey there. My name is Stephanie and I just wanted to let you know that Matt is married and I am his wife.”
“We’ve been married for five years.”
“You should also know that we have a one year old daughter together.”
“I don’t know what happened between you two, but you can have him if you want him.”
“He’s a lying, cheating dog anyway.”
I reread the whole thing several times. She sent it at around 3:00 AM so my guess is that she woke up in the middle of the night and went through his phone. Guess I’m not the only crazy girl out there!
I did the only thing that made sense next: I Facebooked her. Her profile popped right up and sure enough the profile picture was of Matt, a pretty blonde woman and a bald child wearing pink. I tried to figure out if I’d missed any signs that he was married. He didn’t wear a ring any of the times I met him, he was constantly texting me and he flat out told me he wasn’t married and had never been married. What the fuck? How can you hide something that big? You have to be seriously sick to lie like that.
Obviously I didn’t reply, but Matt texted me later saying hello like nothing happened. What. The. Actual. Fuck. I was super weirded out and wanted nothing to do with him so I finally just blocked his number. Good riddance.
So yeah. Matt is even more slimy than we even thought. I’m in disbelief. He hid an entire wife and baby! Who even does that?
Anywho, I’m really craving steak nachos so bae is taking me to find some. 🐷 L8r.