On Monday the Chicago Blackhawks won some sort of trophy so everyone went crazy. I ended up staying at work really late with Luke and when we finally left, everyone was out celebrating so we decided to participate in the festivities. By then everyone was drunk and belligerent so we only lasted about half an hour before we downed our drinks and decided to just get food instead.
On Tuesday after work I stopped and got food then I went home (Brady’s house but whatever). When I got there, Chris was hanging out in the living room.
“Hi Chris,” I greeted him. “Do you want sushi? I got extra.” (Extra = I got one serving for Brady and two servings for me.)
“No I’m okay, Reese. I appreciate the offer though,” he said.
“More for me,” I said to myself and walked into the kitchen. I decided to take my food into the living room so I could talk to Chris while I ate. Chris and I don’t talk one on one often, but I figured I could pick his brain one last time before he moves.
I sat on the armchair with my plate of sushi in my lap and said, “So! Are you excited for your big move?”
“I am. I can’t believe we’re doing it.” He proceeded to tell me about he job he has lined up, something about managing direct sales. He sounded really excited about it. Then he talked about things (he thought) I should’ve already known like that Carly is going to be working as a receptionist. And I had to pretend like I already knew these things because apparently Carly didn’t tell Chris that she isn’t speaking to me. Which I appreciate.
“So, this is a big step,” I said. “Do you think you’ll get married and stuff?”
“Not anytime soon,” Chris replied without looking uncomfortable or awkward. “Neither of us are in any rush. We’re okay with the way things are.”
I nodded. “Well, make sure you hang on to her. She’s such a good catch.”
When Brady got home I told him to grab his food and join our party in the living room. Since I had both of them there I asked Brady if he was sad he was losing his roommate/bestie.
“Yeah, how are you ever going to find a better replacement?” Chris asked.
Brady shrugged and said he wasn’t sure. Chris mentioned that Brady was considering rooming with some girl and when Brady saw my face he quickly said, “She has a boyfriend.”
And Chris said, “She does, but they are swingers.”
I was so confused.
“Who is this swinger girl?” I asked.
“This girl we know,” Chris answered. “She’s a lawyer.”
“Oh the lawyer girl from Memorial Day?” I realized. “She’s a swinger? Ew!”
“We just mentioned that it’s a possibility. Nothing’s confirmed,” Brady said.
I think Brady living with anyone except Chris will be weird. Especially a girl swinger lawyer. Is it rude that I don’t want her to move in? I don’t care.
I got dinner and drinks with Kendra and John on Wednesday night. They are getting married in three months which is so bizarre to me. She’s not stressed or anything and seems to have everything figured out already. I guess that’s what happens when you date someone for seven years.
Some of Brady’s friends from college were visiting Chicago for the weekend so we hung out with them on Friday night. He told me they were kind of nerdy and I knew that if Brady called them nerdy then they had to be pretty nerdy. Figuring I had no one to impress, I wore a plain dress, flat sandals and my hair in a bun.
We got to the restaurant and Brady introduced me to Tim – very tall and lanky, glasses; Tim’s girlfriend, Amy – very short and skinny, dressed like a hipster, glasses; Collin – works as a chemist, beard, kind of hot in a grungy way; and finally Jenny – a tall, chubby Asian girl wearing a maxi dress, booties and glasses. They weren’t what I was expecting from Brady’s friends, but it seemed to make sense.
Someone (not me or Brady) suggested a round of shots to commence dinner. My kind of people. They all reminisced about college, talking about all the Adderall and coke they had to snort to handle their intense workload. Sounds like my college experience minus the school work! They asked about how Brady and I met so we told them. I told them a brief but funny version of the night we met story and then about our first date when he used all those big words.
Collin said, “Yeah, Brady’s idea of romance definitely involves an English and possibly science lesson.”
We all laughed. Amy told us that Tim is the same way and that their dirty talking sounds like a physics lecture. I didn’t want to imagine those two in bed, but I feel like they’re into super kinky shit. We had drinks and talked and joked around and I was pretty impressed with how well I was fitting in with the nerds. They definitely talk about different things than my friends and me (less clothes, hair and drama, more world crises, presidential elections and GMOs), and it was interesting.
Collin and Brady told us that they were going to get a beer tower for us and they would be back. As they walked away Tim said, “We’re going to tell Reese all your embarrassing stories while you’re gone,” and we all laughed.
I looked down at my phone, still giggling. I heard Jenny say, “I don’t like you.” I looked up, wanting to see the drama and was surprised to see her looking at and pointing at me. I glanced behind me to make sure she wasn’t talking to someone behind me, but she wasn’t.
“Me?!” I gaped at her.
“Yes, you,” she said back. “I don’t fucking like you.”
“Why? You don’t even know me,” I almost laughed.
“I don’t like the way you treat Brady. He deserves better.”
I started to defend myself but she ignored me. “Brady tells me everything. He’s the nicest guy ever and you take advantage of it. You’re clingy and controlling and walk all over him. You treat him like shit.”
“I completely disagree,” I said.
“Brady is one of my closest friends. He tells me everything. Shows me your text messages. He asks me how to handle you and do you know what I tell him? Fucking. Dump. The. Bitch. You don’t deserve him.”
Tim and Amy were looking around uncomfortably. Even though I know it was probably the alcohol talking, it hurt. She was right. If Brady was calling her to complain about me, I must be pretty bad. I felt a lump forming in my throat and when Jenny started to say something else, I burst into tears.
“Oh my God, I cannot believe you’re crying,” she said. “You’re a complete cunt to my friend and when I call you out, you cry? Are you kidding me?”
I stood up quickly and started to say, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” but I couldn’t even get any words out. I walked toward the bathroom to clean myself up and passed Brady and Collin with the beer tower.
“Hey,” Brady called to me and I turned my head and waved so he couldn’t see me crying.
If this happened a few months ago I would have gotten combative and shouted across the table back at Jenny. I would have told her that her makeup was terrible and that her outfit looked cheap. I probably would have lunged across the table and strangled her. It would have gotten ugly. But that behavior is why she was yelling at me in the first place.
I got in the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. After about thirty seconds of being alone with myself I stopped crying. What a hot mess. I can’t believe I just started crying like that in front of Brady’s friends. But something about what Jenny said really struck a nerve. The fact that Brady was talking shit to her, a girl who didn’t even know me, so badly that she hated me was really hurtful. I didn’t like that she knew the ins and outs of our relationships and read our text messages. I don’t even let my friends read our text messages.
I pulled my compact out and touched up my makeup then texted Kendra, “One of Brady’s girl friends just yelled at me because I’m a terrible girlfriend so I cried like a baby.” Then I texted Preston, “Let’s please drink tonight.”
I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when I got back to the table, but I got the courage to go back out there. No one said anything when I sat back down including Brady because he was busy talking to Tim.
“Do you drink beer, Reese?” Collin asked. I nodded and he filled a glass with beer for me. I started sipping it and Brady finally turned to look at me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking concerned.
“Mmhm, fine. I think I’m gonna go,” I replied.
“Preston wants to meet up and I haven’t seen him in a while.”
“Okay… Do you want a ride?”
“No, stay here. Enjoy your night with your friends,” I said. I informed him that I had an Uber coming and convinced him that I wasn’t upset about anything even though I could tell he didn’t believe me. Before I left everyone (except Jenny) told me how nice it was to meet me. I felt a little bit bad about leaving like that, but I also needed to process everything without Brady watching me.
I met Preston, Nicole and Lexi up north and as soon as I sat down at their table I started crying again. I don’t even know why. I explained the story and Preston, “What a fucking bitch. I’m sure she just wants Brady to herself.”
“No, she’s right,” I cried. “Brady is such a sweet guy. He deserves a nice girl.”
“Babe, Brady loves you. Don’t let that skank make you believe otherwise. If Brady was unhappy he wouldn’t stay with you,” Preston said gently.
“Yes he would. He’s probably too scared to tell me how he really feels.” No one said anything so I continued. “I can’t believe he showed her our texts. That’s so fucking personal.”
“Reesie Piecie,” Preston sighed like he was getting frustrated. “You’re reading too much into this. Brady sometimes needs girl advice and goes to her. The chick was drunk and got carried away tonight. Let’s drink and forget about it, k?”
Preston ordered me a Long Island while I rested my head on the table. We finished a round of drinks then walked down the street to another bar. Brady texted me saying that his friends were going to a bar, but he was going home and did I want him to pick me up? As I read it I thought about him screenshotting our conversations and showing them to Jenny and felt weird. I didn’t say anything back.
I was in a tipsy antisocial mood so I stood in a corner of the bar with my arms crossed, not talking to anyone. Then I called an Uber and went home. When I woke up on Saturday morning, I felt happy and excited and immediately wanted to call Brady to go to brunch. Then I thought about what Jenny said and what happened the night before. It was like a black cloud following me everywhere I went. I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’m also weirded out that he supposedly confides so much in this girl who I’ve never met and he rarely, rarely talks about. I don’t know anything about her except that they went to the same college and had some classes together, but she knows everything about me apparently.
I didn’t see Brady again for the rest of the weekend. I told him that I wanted to give him space to see his friends even though he told me that it wasn’t necessary and they left last night. I know I need to talk to him and ask him about what she said, but I feel betrayed. Maybe I don’t have a right to feel like that but I do. And not only that, but I feel like Jenny is completely right. Brady does deserve better. He deserves a girl who a. he doesn’t have to complain about to his friends and b. won’t be selfish enough to be mad that he’s complaining. I think we should break up.