I was sick and stayed home from work on Friday. On Thursday night, Brady and I had pizza and margaritas then went to bed fairly early, but when I woke up on Friday morning I had to run to the bathroom to puke. Brady was already at work, but I immediately texted him saying, “Why am I sick?! Are you sick too?”
He replied, “No I’m not. What are your symptoms?”
I told him about puking and my tummy ache and he said, “Drink some ginger ale and you should be fine.”
That wasn’t exactly the sympathy I was looking for but I just put my phone down and went back to sleep. I woke up again just before noon and texted Brady again. “I took a sick day. I can’t get out of bed.”
“Are you actually sick or are you hungover?” Brady asked.
What a rude thing to ask! So I didn’t reply and slept until 3:00. When I woke up Luke had texted me, “Sick my ass!” I laughed and texted him back saying we should get something to eat. Obviously not pizza. We decided on Mexican. And I was still feeling a little bit gross so the thought of drinking a margarita made me queasy.
That night I made Brady watch Teen Mom 2 with me. He thought it was weird that I was watching a television show about teenage mothers and I had to explain to him the progression of the show. He said, “This is still a little weird.”
Brady’s parents were in town so he hung out with them all day Saturday. They had gotten reservations at a nice restaurant downtown for Saturday night so I was supposed to meet up with them at 7:00. I hung out with Preston and some of his friends on someone’s rooftop for the majority of the day. Mostly we just gossiped and drank Bloodys and ate Cinnabon cinnamon rolls. At around 6:30 I looked at my phone and realized I needed to go get ready for dinner.
I rushed home and showered and washed my hair. I put on a black dress, my Rockstuds, the bracelet Brady got me for Valentines Day (I just found it after losing it for five months), and a pair of understated stud earrings. By the time I left to go to the restaurant it was 7:20 and Brady texted me, “Are you close?”
Shit. I told him I would be there soon then sped to the restaurant. Luckily it wasn’t too far from my place and I strolled in just after 7:30 PM. The maitre d led me to the table and Brady and his parents all stood up for my arrival. Such good manners!
Brady’s dad actually reached out for a hug so I hugged him then I think the mom felt obligated to hug me too so she walked around the table to hug me. It was weird.
As we were all sitting down, Brady’s dad said, “Reese, did you get caught up in all the traffic as well?”
“Yes, it was awful,” I lied. The restaurant was a straight shot from my apartment and I ran into no traffic at all.
I was sitting across from Brady, but next to his dad and Brady’s mom was across from the dad so the setup wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. There was wine already on the table and to my surprise, Brady poured me a glass. Guess I needed wine to deal with his mom.
They started talking about the menu then we ordered then Brady’s mom said, “So I hear that you’ll be joining Brady in New York City.”
Wait, was I? I still didn’t even know. I looked at Brady and he was taking a sip from his glass. So I said, “Oh. Yes.”
“I think it’ll be a great opportunity for him especially since Africa fell through,” his mom continued.
“And you’ll be closer to us,” Brady’s dad added.
Ew. I didn’t even think about that. I bet they’d want to visit us all the time and be really annoying.
“How do your parents feel about you and Brady staying together?” Brady’s mom asked me.
That caught me off guard and I think my reaction showed it. “Oh, they don’t mind.”
“Really?” Brady’s mom looked at the dad like she was shocked. I’m not sure what answer she was expecting. She’s met my parents and saw how crazy they are.
I nodded and smiled.
“So if you’ll be living in New York full time, what do you plan to do for work? Do you have something lined up?” Brady’s mom asked.
“I’ll travel back to Chicago three days out of the week to work at the office. I’ve already discussed this with my boss and she approved,” I explained.
“That’s extensive traveling,” she said. “Is that something you’ll be paying for out of pocket or will your company cover it?”
“It’s out of pocket, but my dad has really great airline benefits,” I assured her.
“This sounds like it’s going to be quite expensive.”
I glanced at Brady and he was resting his mouth on his hands just staring at me.
Brady’s mom went on. “Is this a move you’re financially prepared for, Reese?”
“Yes,” I answered automatically.
“So you’ll be paying for your apartment here in Chicago, for your share of the expenses while living in New York City and the cost of traveling back to Chicago each week for work? At what point is following your significant other too much?” Brady’s mom looked around the table and kind of chuckled, but no one else laughed.
I glanced at Brady again and he was facing his mom and drinking his wine.
“I think if you two have it all figured out then it’ll be a great opportunity and experience. We are not too fond of you living together unmarried, but if you’re willing to take that risk then we won’t stop you,” Brady’s dad said.
I smiled at him.
“I think my main concern, Reese, is you becoming pregnant during your stay in New York. I hope you are taking proper precautions to prevent something like that from happening,” Brady’s mom said.
I just blinked at her. Wait, what? Pregnant? Why was she afraid I would get pregnant of all things?
“Oh, that isn’t a problem…” I said slowly.
“I certainly hope not. You are not ready for that. Not without a more stable career and steady home. And of course, marriage if that’s something that is meant to happen between you two.” Brady’s mom actually smiled at me then patted Brady’s hand on the table. “Right, son?”
Brady didn’t even glance at me as he said, “Right.”
Stable fucking career? My career is plenty stable! Why would she even say that and why would Brady agree with her?
Brady’s dad started talking about how proud he was and blah blah blah. Our food came (steak on salt blocks) and the parents told us all the places we needed to visit in New York.
“Go here for an inexpensive dinner if you don’t want to cook.”
“This church has services six times a day on Sundays so surely you’ll be able to find one service that fits into your schedule.”
“You can save a lot of money by shopping here over this other place.”
I couldn’t even look at Brady so I just smiled and nodded like I cared. Once the check came and the dad pulled his wallet out, I turned to Brady and glared at him. He had the nerve to smile at me and I rolled my eyes.
We all walked outside together and Brady’s dad hugged me and said it was nice to see me again. Brady’s mom grabbed my elbow just inside the entrance and pulled me aside.
“I want you to know that I am happy and excited that you are taking this journey with Brady. But I want you to handle and carry yourself like the Christian woman I know you are,” she said.
I was probably looking at her like she was crazy, but I still nodded and said, “Okay.”
“I want you to promise not to take advantage of my son and his opportunity. You must contribute to this move and all the expenses it entails. The two of you are not married so he is not obligated to take care of you or provide for you. This is your financial responsibility just as much as it is his.”
It’s like she reads my blog! I nodded again. “Okay.”
Finally, Brady’s mom pulled me into a hug with her skinny little arms. In my heels, I was a good six inches taller than her so it felt weird.
“It’s good to see you as always. I hope to see you again soon,” Brady’s mom said as we pulled away and she actually sounded genuine.
Since Brady and I arrived at the restaurant separately we left separately, but I immediately started toward his place. Oh, did I have some words for him! He beat me there and I stormed in. I found him in his room, changing his shirt.
“What the actual fuck?” I blurted out.
“Hmm?” he replied, looking at me like I was a fucking maniac.
“That was the most awkward dinner of my life. Why didn’t you say anything?” I yelled.
“What was I supposed to say?” Brady asked defensively.
“Maybe defend me or something! She made me sound like a gold digging slut! Are you like afraid to stand up to your mom?”
“No! She didn’t make you sound like that!”
“Did you tell her about my pregnancy scare?” I demanded.
“Yes you did! You’re such a liar! That’s why she’s all concerned about me getting pregnant.”
Brady sighed and turned away from me and I followed him.
“You were all agreeing with her about everything. How do you think that made me feel? You could have at least had my back or said something.”
Brady didn’t say anything and it pissed me off so I blurted out, “This isn’t working out. I no longer want to be in a relationship with you and I will not be joining you in New York.”
I spun around and started to march out of there and I made it to the end of the hallway before Brady finally chased me.
“Don’t leave,” he said. “I’m sorry. It isn’t worth it to get in a fight with my mom. I just agree with her so it doesn’t turn into an argument.”
I looked at him expectantly.
“I’m sorry. I love you. I want to be with you no matter what my mom says.”
I said, “I don’t want to go to New York.”
“Okay,” Brady said.
“But go if you want to. I’ll be here waiting when you get back.”
“I don’t want to go either.”
Brady cautiously kissed me and I grabbed his neck and made him kiss me for real. I just love bae.
On Sunday morning, we woke up and laid in bed talking. I told Brady about subleasing my apartment and he said, “Just move in here.”
As if I had any other options!
I said, “Okay if you insist!”
“You can be my little housewife,” he said, snuggling my neck. Little does he know that he’s actually going to be my little house husband. I can’t wait.
We got up and went to brunch then I dragged Brady shopping. We only made it to Topshop because I spent so much time trying on clothes. I haven’t been in Topshop in so long so it was completely necessary. Brady only complained a couple times.
So yeah. Officially not moving to New York! I’m a little bummed about it, but I’m also relieved. I think it was actually becoming pretty dreadful and tearing us apart so it’s probably a good thing we decided against it. Maybe one day.
My birthday is next Sunday and as of right now, I don’t have any plans. Brady hasn’t even mentioned it so if anyone talks to him, make sure he’s planning an extravagant surprise! Have a good week!