I let Brady stew pretty much all day Thursday. He texted me around lunch saying, “I hope you’re having a good day.” As if I could have a fucking good day after that! And then he texted me telling me something funny his boss said and I didn’t reply.
I did, however, reply to Jessica. As much as I tried to hold off, I physically couldn’t. Especially since Luke was sitting in my office with me feeding me lines. The first thing I said back was, “Oh, super classy. Sneaking a pic right after having sex with someone? Not creepy AT ALL.” And then I added, “Babe looks good as always though.” Which, if we’re being honest, he did.
An hour later, Jessica said, “So you let your babe do whatever he wants? Sounds like a healthy, happy relationship to me. :-)”
Obviously I was sitting by my phone waiting for her to respond so I replied back, “Brady hooked up with you during the two months we were broken up when he was super sad and desperate. He still came running back to me though so clearly opening your legs can’t make him be with you. Sorry!”
She replied, “I do not want him, trust me.”
“So you just had sex with him and took a picture to show me because you thought it would be fun?”
“You started this and I finished it. 🙂 You should have attacked your babe instead of me because in the end he still asked me to come over and begged me to have sex with him.”
Ew. I imagined Brady begging Jessica to have sex and got really grossed out and embarrassed. “So you had sex with him to prove a point? You’re much more pathetic than I thought.”
“I did it because I wanted to. You were the furthest thing from either of our minds obviously :-)”
I wanted to fucking strangle her and all her fucking smileys. But from our conversation I gathered that she didn’t know Brady and I were broken up at the time. So he let her believe he was cheating on me with her. Why would he do that?
Brady asked me to get dinner that night, but I was so annoyed by my conversation with Jessica that I didn’t want to see him. So I said, “No,” and he said, “Okay.” Whatever. I stayed home and worked out.
On Friday, I made plans to go to dinner with Kendra and Preston. Obviously Brady wasn’t invited. He texted me on Friday morning saying, “How did you sleep?” and then later on when I didn’t reply he said, “How’s your day going?”
I was so frustrated! He was seriously just going to pretend nothing happened. So I said, “How the fuck do you think it’s going, Brady?”
“Not good,” he said back.
“Exactly. Can you stop pretending like everything is okay?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know if you wanted to talk about it.”
“OF COURSE I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, I NEED ANSWERS.”
So for the next six hours Brady and I talked about everything via text. I knew we probably needed to have this conversation in person, but it was helpful to be able to actually think about my questions and not impulsively scream whatever came to my head. He probably thought the same thing.
From our texts I found out some important information though. I made him tell me exactly what happened when they hooked up including the date. According to him it was the middle/end of March so literally right before we got back together. Not a impulsive hook up right after getting his heart broken like me. Asshole. He said he was out with friends (Chris? Carly?) and he was texting Jessica who was also out. They ended up at the same bar, had some drinks and took a cab back to his place. I asked whose idea it was and Brady said he couldn’t remember. Meaning it was his idea.
We haven’t used condoms in months so I asked how he had one readily available when Jessica randomly came over one night (thanks Arianna for pointing this out!) and he claimed to have some left over which I guess I can’t argue with. Then I asked the most important question, why the fuck was he texting Jessica when they supposedly stopped talking ages ago?
Brady said that Jessica got a new job and doesn’t work in the hospital with him anymore. Apparently the week she was leaving she approached him and let him know that she wouldn’t be working there anymore. He said this was after we broke up and he figured he was allowed to keep in contact with her since I was no longer in the picture. Which I felt was kind of a rude thing to admit to me, but cool. They texted sometimes and only hung out the one time they had sex. And THEN – get this – after they hooked up Brady stopped talking to her and blocked her on Facebook because he regretted it. I even got on Facebook to confirm it and they aren’t friends. I don’t know how believable that is because I assume Jessica would have sent me the picture as soon as Brady stopped talking to her and stuff so I don’t know.
I asked him if he told Jessica that we broke up and he said he couldn’t remember, but he didn’t think so. He said he didn’t want to talk about me to her though because of everything that happened and he didn’t want her bad mouthing me. Lol yeah fucking right.
After I got all the answers I needed, Brady started groveling and apologizing and telling me how much he loves me and wants to marry me. It was really over the top and not Brady at all. I even said, “How come you never say any of this until shit hits the fan?” He made up some excuse about not knowing how to express his feelings. I told him he needs to figure that shit out.
I kind of just stopped responding eventually. Brady asked if he could see me and I told him no because I was hanging out with my friends. Kendra ended up canceling at the last minute so Preston and I met up for pizza. As soon as we sat down I started telling him what happened. He literally screamed at the top of his lungs and everyone at the surrounding tables turned to look at us rudely.
“That shady fucking bitch,” Preston hissed. “She didn’t wait a minute to bust it wide open for him, did she?”
“But apparently she didn’t know we were broken up. So she thought he was cheating on me,” I said.
“So she wanted to be the mistress? She ought to be ashamed,” he went on.
We took a shot in honor of her. Then we met up with some of his friends at a bar in hipster central (guess which neighborhood, Chicagoans!). This hot guy with a ponytail hit on me, but I was mean to him and gave him a really hard time. He was pretty persistent though which I admired. Another guy asked Preston’s friend, Julia, if she thought he had a chance with me. He definitely didn’t because he tried to talk to me through another person. Grow some balls, ya know?
When it was time to leave, I called an Uber and put in Brady’s address. It was kind of an accident, but I was kind of drunk and wanted see him. On the way there I texted him, “Let me in,” and buzzed the buzzer obnoxiously until he came and got me.
“Hi,” I said, walking past him.
“How are you?” Brady asked.
“Fine,” I replied. I walked to the bedroom, took off everything except my bra and panties and got in bed.
“Where did you go tonight?”
We were in the dark, but I saw Brady take off his shirt and lay down next to me. “Did you have fun?”
I climbed on top of him and started kissing his neck instead of answering. Soon we were making out and I was tugging at his shorts.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
“Uhh,” Brady paused for several seconds. “Yeah, hang on.”
You can never be too sure! Brady leaned over to look in the nightstand and couldn’t find one after a minute. He told me to hold on again while he got up to look elsewhere. I got really irritated that he didn’t have one on hand. What did he do when Jessica came over? Surely he wasn’t searching around his whole house for one. A short time later, Brady returned.
“Ugh, would you come on,” I whined impatiently.
He apologized then proceeded to go down on me. It was amazing per usual. After we had sex, Brady snuggled me and told me he loved me and that he was happy I was there. I was literally like, “Okay, whatever.”
I peeled him off me, got out of bed and started getting dressed and Brady said, “Are you leaving?”
“Mmhmmm!” I replied like it was normal.
I called my Uber and yelled, “Bye!” before rushing out of there. I didn’t even get a chance to hear Brady say goodbye back. I made the driver stop at McDonald’s so I could get chicken nuggets then I went home.
I had a text from Brady the next morning that said, “Morning.” I didn’t reply.
I spent the majority of the day cleaning, shopping online and texting my ex. I know, it’s weird. He texted me on Wednesday night when I was dealing with everything with Brady and Jessica and I didn’t have a chance to block him. He texted me from a new iCloud account because I have all his numbers blocked. On Saturday he texted me again saying, “Hellooooo?”
And I was so bored that I actually replied saying, “What do you want?”
Devin said, “Whoa, I can’t see how my first love is doing?”
I rolled my eyes. I’m pretty sure Devin and I were never in love even though I thought we were at the time.
“I’m fine. Do you need something?” I asked.
And to my surprise, he actually apologized for how he treated me while we were in college. He was like, “I’ve grown up a lot and can admit that I acted like an ass to you. I want to make it up to you.”
I said, “It’s too late and I don’t care anymore. I don’t need anything from you.”
I continued responding to his texts though and realized that he actually might have grown up. He was being really sweet and nice to me, but not in the insincere way he was when he needed me to forgive him for being a douche. He didn’t end every text with an emoji or “lol” and he was actually using proper English. So we texted all day. It was so weird. He told me about life in LA and his job and all his friends who work in the entertainment industry. It sounds like he does aggressive party and event promoting for a sponsorship company. Such a Devin job. He said he spends a lot of time in Dallas too because his company has an office there. He said he wants to open his own office eventually too and asked if I thought Chicago would be a good place to do it. *eye roll* He asked me about Brady and I refused to talk about him. Not because I didn’t want to talk about my boyfriend, but I just knew Devin wouldn’t understand and it would piss me off. We were getting along so nicely.
Brady texted me throughout the day and asked me if I wanted to do anything that night. I said no because I had plans. Plans were watching HGTV and eating peanut butter. On Saturday night, he sent me a picture of a glass of beer and said, “Wish you were here.” I wanted to know exactly where he was and who he was with, but I wasn’t about to let him know that. So I didn’t say anything.
On Sunday I hung out with Luke at my apartment’s pool. We filled some reusable cups with orange juice and tequila and laid out talking. Brady called me and I sent him to voicemail so he texted me, “I had to go into work for a few hours, but I’m getting off soon. Do you want to come over?”
I sent back a sunglasses selfie saying, “Sorry, hanging out with my friend!” And he didn’t say anything back until later when he was like, “Will you make some time for me? I miss you.”
This made me feel a teensy bit bad, but not really because he hooked up with Jessica and wasn’t trying hard enough to make it up to me. I fell asleep really early last night which was nice because I was sleep deprived. I had texts from both Brady and Devin when I woke up and I only decided to text Devin back even though I dreamed about Brady. Oops.