Brady and I got in a ton of petty arguments throughout the week. One night, I was playing Beyoncé in Brady’s room while he worked in the dining room. It wasn’t even that loud (at least I didn’t think so), but Brady came in the room like, “Do you know what time it is?”
I looked down at the clock on my laptop. “10:10? Why?”
“It’s late. Your music is loud,” he said.
“It isn’t even that loud,” I rolled my eyes. “Plus it’s Beyoncé so…”
“Fine, fine, fine,” I sighed, turning the volume down.
“Would it kill you to at least pretend to care about other people?” Brady said and turned to leave.
“Excuse me?” I shouted after him.
He didn’t come back so I went back to my laptop and we didn’t mention it again.
Another night, I got home from work and lit a ton of candles because I’m going through a candle phase and I placed orders with Yankee, Bath and Body Works, Anthropologie, and Target. I couldn’t decide which scent I was in the mood for so I lit them all.
I started making dinner and waited for Brady to get home. I heard the door open, but Brady didn’t come find me right away. So I went to find him. He was in the living room blowing out all my candles.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey. You can’t just leave candles burning unattended this like,” he replied.
“They aren’t unattended. I’m right here.”
“They are unattended! It’s a fire hazard. You could burn this whole place down. Especially when they are burning this low.” He was pointing at one of the candles that was still almost halfway full.
“Oh my gosh,” I said, trying to stay calm. “It’s fine. It’s not a big deal. No reason to freak out.”
“Actually, it is kind of a big deal, Reese. It’s dangerous and incredibly irresponsible.”
“Oh my God, you’re so annoying,” I said and turned to leave. We ignored each other for a little while, but had make up sex that night.
The big blow out came on Friday morning. Brady was getting ready in the bathroom and I was sitting on the bed putting my mascara on. My parents were flying in later so I was listing off potential places we could take them for dinner.
“I don’t know if I’ll be in the mood for Asian, but we could try to get a table at Sunda. Or we could do Spiaggia. What do you think?” I babbled.
“I don’t fucking care, Reese!” Brady yelled. “Do whatever you want!”
I dropped my mascara wand on the white bed. “What the hell is your problem?”
“Just pick somewhere and we’ll go. You’re the only one who cares. Fucking pick something,” he said.
I finished up my makeup and stormed out without saying goodbye. Brady was being mean for literally no reason at all and I was not about to let him talk to me like that.
Later on in the day he texted me, “Hey, I’ll pick you up at 6:30, okay?”
The plan was that Brady would pick me up from work then we would pick up my parents from the airport and then go to dinner. I replied, “Whatever.”
When Brady came to get me, I got in the car and didn’t say anything. He tried to talk, but I ignored him. I knew I was being childish, but I thought he needed to apologize. So the majority of the drive to the airport was silent. Then Brady said, “So are you just not going to speak to me?”
“You’re an asshole. No, I’m not speaking to you,” I said.
“How am I an asshole?” he wanted to know.
“How?!” I repeated. “You screamed at me this morning for no reason. I just wanted to know where you wanted to go for dinner!”
“God, would you stop being so dramatic?” he said.
“I just think you should apologize. I’m not being dramatic. It was rude.”
“I don’t care where we go for dinner and I’m sure your parents don’t either. I can’t believe we are still talking about this.”
“Because. You. Were. Rude.”
“Okay, I’m sorry! Will you get over it now? Jeez.”
“No, I’m not over it,” I said and we didn’t talk for the remainder of the ride to the airport.
So dinner with my parents was kind of awkward. Brady and I didn’t want to talk to each other, but we couldn’t let it be known that we weren’t talking. I think my mom caught on at one point and looked from Brady to me and back a few times. She didn’t mention it though.
We dropped them off at their hotel then went home. Brady went to do work in the living room and I got in bed. Later on Brady came in the room and got undressed then got in bed with me. I had full intentions of ignoring him until the end of time, but he smelled so good that I just couldn’t keep my hands off.
I slid my arm around his neck and kissed him then he got on top of me. We proceeded to have sex and it was amazing. We didn’t say a word to each other or make eye contact. Lol. Once we were done, Brady said, “I love you,” and kissed me. Then we fell asleep.
Saturday was Kendra’s wedding. I had to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to prepare for everything. She didn’t do so many things I plan to do when I get married. Like hire a makeup artist and hair stylist. We literally all got dressed and did own hair and makeup in the hotel room. I thought we were supposed to be pampered! I ended up helping everyone with their makeup though because no one went full on glam except me and this was a wedding after all.
She also ordered a plain black limo to take us to the church. Personally, I would have requested something more white and bridal, but that’s just me. The ceremony was pretty basic, but I cried like a baby through the whole thing. I honestly felt like I was losing my best friend. I couldn’t even look at the guests because I was kind of mortified that I was crying like that. Carly noticed I was crying so she started crying too. She’s definitely one of those people who cries just because everyone else is. Oh well. I hope I didn’t ruin the wedding.
We went downtown to take pictures after the ceremony. I had to basically reapply all my makeup because I cried it all off. Hashtag pathetic. The reception was at a hotel downtown. When we got there, Brady found me right away and hugged me.
“You’re so cute,” he laughed. “Why were you crying?”
“Because I just lost my best friend!” I exclaimed like he should’ve known that already.
“You haven’t lost her. She will still be around,” he assured me.
“Plus, you still have me. I’ll be your best friend.”
I threw my arms around him and kissed him. We were super sweet to each other for the rest of the day. My mom caught on and said, “Hmm, should we start planning for y’all next?”
I rolled my eyes and said, “Ugh, Mom, stop.”
I try not to talk marriage with Brady anymore. Especially since I don’t even know if I would want to marry him now.
So now Kendra and John are in Mexico for their honeymoon. Lucky! My parents left Chicago on Saturday night. I was exhausted from the long day and couldn’t even make the trip to the airport to drop them off.
On Sunday Brady and I got brunch with Carly before her flight. I really wanted some alone time with her so I get her advice about getting along with Brady and living with him, but she insisted he come along. She must have noticed something was up because later she texted me, “Is everything okay with you two?”
I think I was probably being a bitch to him the whole meal and I felt bad. And I wanted us to go back to normal so I went to find my boo. He was in the living talking on the phone and I jumped in his lap and planted a huge kiss on his cheek. He gave me a mean look, gestured to his phone and shooed me away. Rude. So I flipped him the bird and walked out.
A few minutes later, Brady came and found me and apologized. I told him that I would only forgive him if he ordered pizza so he did. Is that bratty? I don’t care.
So I don’t know y’all. I feel like living with Brady is making us hate each other. Or maybe we just aren’t compatible after all. It sucks. I miss being obsessed and cutesy with him. And get this. His friend Lindsey was offered the job in Chicago and is going to stay with us for a few weeks until she finds her own place. Brady didn’t even ask me if I was okay with this, he just told me and I guess I have to deal with it. As much as I like Lindsey, I don’t really like the idea of having another person here. But maybe she will force us to get along (can’t fight in front of others, obv). I kind of want to find other living arrangements, but if we can’t even stand to live with each other, how are we ever going to have an actual future?