Last week was fairly uneventful. Brady and I planned a trip to his grandparent’s house in Florida for the second weekend in June. He’s even going to take a day off from work so I’m super excited! He said his grandparents travel a lot and won’t be there so we are going to have the entire house to ourselves. Yessssss. We are going to fuck like chimps all over their house.
On Friday night, we (I) drank an entire bottle while watching Netflix. Brady realized that he needed to go to Home Depot and I decided to be a great girlfriend and tag along. It was almost closing time, but I assured the guy who greeted us that we wouldn’t be long. Brady was looking for something for his grill and decided to try to look for it by himself. He seemed kind of confused so I snuck away to find a worker to help us. Obviously Brady was too proud to ask.
I found the guy we saw at the door and flagged him down. He was a good looking African American guy with dreadlocks.
“Hiii!” I greeted him. “Can you come help us?”
He said yes and I led him to the aisle Brady was in.
“I found a friend to help us!” I exclaimed to Brady. He stood up and the two of them discussed what he was looking for. My dreadlocked friend gave Brady some advice and then the two of us watched Brady look through his options.
“Thanks so much. He wanted to try to figure it out himself because he thinks he’s so smart. Men,” I said to the worker.
“I’m Reese by the way,” I said.
He introduced himself as Manny and we started talking about his hobbies outside of the Home Depot. I’m not sure why, but I was flirting hardcore with him. So much so that Brady turned around and gave me a weird look. I waved and he just kind of laughed. So I thanked my friend for his help and sent him on his way.
Brady ended up working on Saturday which was annoying so I spent the day shopping with Preston. I needed new bathing suits for Florida, obviously. I bought a ton of bathing suits for Mexico when Brady and I were going to go, but those are Mexico bikinis. I had to get Florida bikinis.
Since we were having people over on Monday for Memorial Day, Brady sent me to go shopping on Sunday afternoon. He gave me his credit card and I took his car because I didn’t have mine. I was driving back to Brady’s and there was a freaking monsoon happening in Chicago. There was some fallen debris in the street that looked like a cardboard box so I decided to keep driving and run over it.
Well it wasn’t cardboard. I think it was a piece of wood or something because I heard a huge crunching noise and the car swerved. Oops? I stopped to assess the damage and decided it was minor enough that Brady couldn’t be mad about it. It was the rain’s fault!
“Hiiiiii!” I shouted through the house when I got back. Brady was in the dining room and I needed him to help bring the food in, but I also needed to warn him about the car. “Oh my gosh, guess what happened?”
He looked up and shrugged. “What? What’s going on?”
“Well, when I was driving back it was raining cats and dogs and something fell in the street and I hit it. Your car is totally fine, but I just wanted to warn you before…” I explained and before I could even finish Brady was up and walking to the garage. I followed him.
“It’s on the passenger side,” I called to him. I walked slowly and waited for yelling or screaming or something, but nothing. I found Brady on the passenger side of the car, running his hand over the scrape. Neither of us said anything for a minute.
“It’s not even that bad. I bet they could just paint over this,” I said.
“This whole panel will have to be replaced,” Brady said calmly.
“You really think so? Honestly you can’t even tell.”
“Are you blind?” he asked, looking at me.
“This isn’t minor damage, Reese. This whole piece has to be replaced and the tire and axle will need to be looked at because they are probably damaged too.”
I felt like he was attacking me so I just shrugged again. I felt him staring at me expectantly.
“I’ll pay for it to be fixed obviously,” I said.
Brady ignored me and walked back in the house. So I ended up having to bring all the food and stuff in by myself. I avoided him for an hour while I put things away. Later on, I found him watching tv in the basement with a beer.
“Hey,” I said and sat down on the couch next to him. He glanced at me and didn’t say anything. Ugh.
“It wasn’t even my fault!” I started whining.
“What do you mean it wasn’t your fault? Do you think I’m stupid enough to believe you didn’t see a huge fucking object in the street? What were you doing? Texting? Looking in the mirror? What?”
I didn’t like his tone of voice so I started pouting. “Brady, don’t yell-” I began.
“Don’t start this shit,” he said, pointing at me.
I got up and went upstairs to cry. I got in Brady’s bed with all my clothes then got hot and took them all off. I started dozing off until I heard Brady come in. I had my back to the door so I could only hear him getting undressed. I felt him get in bed and spoon me. The feeling of his warm body against mine made me so happy so I quickly rolled over and kissed him. And we ended up having sex without apologizing to each other or anything.
We weren’t expecting people until around three on Monday afternoon so I slept in. I woke up when I heard Carly talking loudly in the hallway. I haven’t seen much of Carly lately, but we still talk almost everyday in our group chat with Kendra and Preston. I got up and got ready and found Brady, Carly and Chris in the kitchen.
“Hey baby!” Carly squealed when she saw me. She hugged me. “Take a shot with me.”
“Right now?” I asked. I’m all about day drinking, but it was barely noon.
“Come on! It’s a holiday,” she said. Carly had a point so I agreed to it.
By 2:00 I was completely drunk. I blame Carly. I was kind of embarrassed that I was as drunk as I was so I decided to take a long bath to hide out. I fell asleep in the bathtub. When I finally woke up two hours later, I had a huge headache and I felt gross. I jumped out and got dressed in a romper and wedges.
The party was in full swing by this time. Kendra and John were there and Luke and a bunch of Brady and Chris’s friends, coworkers and classmates. I went outside to find Brady and he was talking to a guy and a girl who I’ve never seen before. I sat on Brady’s lap and heard him mention something about Illinois bars.
“Yeah, it’s a completely different thing here,” the girl said.
“What bars? In River North?” I butted in. I should have minded my own business.
Brady and the girl just looked at me and it took me a moment to realize that they were talking about the bar exam, not a bar with alcohol. The girl was a lawyer.
The guy and girl continued talking and I turned to Brady. “Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed.”
Brady laughed and kissed me. “You’re so cute.”
Later on, a lot of us were hanging out in the kitchen taking shots. I was clinging on to Brady because that’s bae and he always smells so good. “7/11” by Beyonce came on and allegedly I started twerking on Brady in the middle of the kitchen. I say allegedly because I don’t remember this happening, but after debriefing with Luke on Tuesday, he told me that’s what happened. I do remember Brady putting a protective arm around me and refusing to let me go though. Guess I was embarrassing him.
Some time later, I went to find Kendra and everyone. Kendra and Carly were sitting in the living room talking to Luke. John and Chris were not too far away.
They were talking about Kendra’s wedding and what they had planned so far. Maybe I was mad because all the attention wasn’t on me, but I said something like, “Oh, who cares? The wedding is going to be just a boring as your relationship.”
Everyone turned to look at me.
“Reese, that was mean,” Carly said gently.
“Oh my fucking gosh, I’m kidding!” I rolled my eyes.
They continued talking and I was bored so I kept cutting in and being kind of annoying. Luke was giving her suggestions about reception food and hairstyle ideas. He’s all like, “With your pretty skin blah blah blah,” and “You have such a good bone structure so blah blah blah.” And Luke is supposed to worship me, not Kendra so I was vocal about how unhappy I was about this.
Finally, Kendra said, “Reese, would you just shut up?”
I gasped, surprised. “Well aren’t you in a pissy mood? What, are you refusing to have sex with John again so you need to get laid?”
Kendra narrowed her eyes at me. “No. I don’t need to get laid, but perhaps you do? Maybe call Carly’s brother and have sex with him again since you seem to enjoy that so much.”
I was drunk so I started laughing even though no one else was.
“What?” Carly said, looking all confused. Kendra looked at her and nodded.
“When?” she wanted to know.
“Like two months ago. Does that sound right, Reese?”
I didn’t say anything.
“When you and Brady were broken up?” Carly asked and seemed to be doing the math in her head.
I didn’t confirm or deny and just took a drink from my tequila sunrise.
“I can’t fucking believe you.”
“I told her it was a bad idea and she just continued to do it,” Kendra said like she was my mother and I was her misbehaving daughter.
“No wonder… It all makes sense now,” Carly said.
“What does? It literally only happened a couple of times. It’s not that big of a deal at all,” I said.
“You slept with my brother, Reese!” Carly exclaimed loudly and I quickly turned to make sure Chris and John hadn’t heard her. “I told you not to do that more than five thousand times. Why am I not surprised?”
“What?” I whined defensively.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Can’t you be honest and not lie for once in your life?”
I didn’t say anything. Carly was doing an amazing job of making me feel like shit.
“Does Brady know you did that?” she asked.
“No. Please don’t tell him,” I answered.
She gave me a sort of surprised look. “Oh, I won’t. You two can talk about all the different people you fucked while you were on a break if you want, but I’m not getting involved.” Carly stood up and walked away.
Kendra got up and went over to John so just Luke and I remained. He was probably super confused about what was going on, but I didn’t feel like explaining to him what happened. Plus, I was thinking about what Carly said. “All the different people we fucked,”? What was that supposed to mean? I had sex with Kyle and that’s it. Does she know of a ton of girls Brady hooked up with?
“Wanna take a shot?” I asked and Luke said yes so we headed to the kitchen.
We took our shot then I went outside to find Brady. He was sitting at the patio table talking to the lawyer girl and it smelled like they’d been smoking.
I went and sat next to Brady and heard him and Lawyer Girl talking about Instagram. And then I watched him unlock his phone and hand it to her so she could put in her username. Ew. Why did they need to follow each other on Instagram? She isn’t even cute and her outfit sucked. I realized that even if she does decide to follow Brady on Instagram, he has nothing but pictures of me so I started giggling to myself.
“What are you laughing about?” Brady asked and playfully put his arm around me.
I kissed him then said, “I’m going to get in bed!”
I jumped up and actually did get in bed and waited for Brady to follow me so we could hook up. He walked in two minutes later.
“I missed you!” I said as he climbed on top of me.
“Did you?” he said, kissing my neck and pulling down my romper.
“Mmhm.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and enjoyed him undressing me and kissing all over me.
We undressed each other and just when I felt that he was about to put his head between my legs, I got up and flipped him over. I tried to be sexy as I worked my way down his body. I wanted to give him the best blow job of his life because he just deserves it. He didn’t even last five minutes before he started tugging on my hair and saying my name in agony. Mission accomplished.
Brady grabbed my elbow and yanked me on top of him. He started bouncing me wildly and I moaned his name. I was being loud and he shushed me once then just laughed and enjoyed the fact that he was making me go crazy.
“I love youuuuu,” I cried.
“I love you more, baby. I love you so much,” Brady said back.
After we both finished, we laid side by side on the bed. Suddenly Brady said something like, “I want to be with you forever.”
I nodded and agreed with him.
“Are you going to marry me?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, snuggling close to him. “Of course I am.”
“Really?” Brady sounded surprised.
“Yes. But you have to ask sweetly. Get on one knee.”
I felt him get out of bed and watched Brady get on one knee in just his boxers. He said my full name and then, “Will you marry me?”
Obviously this wasn’t my dream proposal, but Brady looked so adorable that I giggled and clapped.
“Where’s my ring?” I asked.
“Oh, I haven’t gotten it yet.”
My face fell. “You’re seriously proposing and you don’t even have a ring for me?”
“No because I want you to pick out whatever you want. We can go to the jeweler together,” Brady said, not missing a beat.
I was still pouting so he got up and kissed me. “You can have whatever ring you want, seriously.”
Obviously I was picturing Jessica Biel’s engagement ring and wondered how quickly the jeweler could whip up a dupe with a larger center stone.
We stayed in bed talking about our wedding and children and pets until we fell asleep. On Tuesday morning, Brady accidentally woke me up when he was getting ready for work. I rolled over and peeked at him and noticed that he looked tired and sick. We probably went a little too hard for Memorial Day, but usually he handles it well.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
“I’m fine,” he snapped like I was pestering him. Whatever. So I turned back over and slept for a few more hours.
Kyle texted me on Tuesday. He said, “Hey, what’s up?”
I hadn’t heard from him in forever so I just said, “Hey Kyle. How are you?”
“No complaints. Long time no talk. Is everything okay with you?”
I debated telling him about getting back with Brady and Carly finding out about us, but decided against it. “Everything is fine. I started a new job so I’ve been so busy!”
Kyle said, “Cool. I thought we decided not to tell Carly what happened.”
I felt my face getting hot. “What?”
“She said you told her about you and me. She’s really pissed at me about it. I’m not mad if you told her, I just thought we weren’t going to say anything.”
“I imagine she’s not too happy with you either.”
To be honest, at this point I had completely forgotten that Kendra blabbed about me and Kyle. I hadn’t talked to Kendra or Carly at all since the party.
I was really confused about what to say to Kyle so finally I just said, “Yeah, sorry. Guilt got the best of me.”
He replied, “No worries. I hope you’re doing well. If you ever need to talk or anything, just let me know.”
I sensed an innuendo so I didn’t reply. I feel really awful about it. Carly will probably never speak to me again and I’m sure Kendra has already found a replacement bridesmaid for me. I’m the worst friend ever.
So basically I’m still recovering from the weekend. I feel like everyone is pissed at me right now. I haven’t reached out to Kendra or Carly and Brady was distant all day Tuesday. Blah. Oh, and my parents are still at war with each other. My mom called me last week asking to borrow money (the horror) because my dad cut her off. I let her know how ridiculous it all was then called the bank and had some funds transferred to her. I hope I never rely on my husband so much that if we get in a small disagreement I don’t even have money to eat. That’s pathetic.