Brady didn’t respond to my sweet email. In fact, we didn’t talk at all during the day on Monday. So I avoided going home. I stayed at the office working and looking up apartments for Lindsey. I kind of promised her that I would find her somewhere to live since she’s so busy with her new job and I wanted to have plenty of places for her to choose from.
At around 11:00 PM Brady texted me asking me if I was coming home. As if I had anywhere else to go! I replied, “Yes, will you come pick me up from work?” Brady said he would so I packed my things up and waited for him to arrive. We talked about our days on the ride home, took showers then got in bed.
“I’m sorry about bringing up Jessica again,” I said, just to clear the air. We were get along and neither of us had said anything about it, but posting about it on the blog had made me feel bad.
“It’s fine. I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” he replied.
“Mmkay,” I said snuggling him.
The next day I decided to work from home. I slept in then spent some time researching and sourcing. I got burnt out pretty early on and started looking on Zillow for condos for me and Brady to buy. I just wanted to see what’s out there, but then I fell in love with one and thought Brady would like it too. 3 bedrooms, two baths, a huge master suite with a separate shower and tub, two freaking decks, marble and wood everywhere. There was even already a nursery! It was so cute. I thought Brady would be annoyed with me if I emailed it to him so I saved it for later.
I took my party to the living room and had like six different tabs open so I could work and also shop and find apartments for Lindsey. Who says I’m not a multitasker? At around 1:00 PM, I heard the front door open. After a few seconds, Brady appeared in the living room. He looked at me like he was confused.
“What are you doing here?” he asked me.
“I’m working from home today,” I explained.
“Looks like you’re working pretty hard,” Brady said sarcastically, gesturing to my closed laptop on the table. I had taken a break and was busy watching the Food Network.
“I took a break, obviously,” I said trying really hard not to be a defensive bitch.
“Didn’t you take Friday off too? How are you justifying all these days off to your boss? Don’t you have a team relying on you?” he continued.
“Brady, it’s fine. They know what they’re doing and they’re allowed to work remotely if they want to as well. Why are you starting a fight with me?” I said calmly.
“I’m not starting a fight with you,” he replied. “But your work ethic has decreased significantly since I met you.”
Excuse me? Brady walked away and I got up to follow him. “That isn’t true. Take it back.”
“It is true. How many times a week do you skip work so you can hang out with your friends or sit at home and watch television?”
“Um, not even once a week.”
He didn’t say anything as he poured a glass of orange juice. I just stood there glaring at him.
“Why are you even home right now?” I asked.
“I’m allowed to come to my own home on my lunch break,” he responded.
I did not like whoever this person was, but it was clearly not my sweet, soft spoken boyfriend. I walked back in the living room and didn’t talk to him again until he shouted goodbye as he was leaving to go back to work.
I must have been feeling guilty because I went to the office for the remainder of the workday. When I got home, Lindsey was home and making spaghetti squash for dinner. I’m not a big squash person so I ordered a pizza. She assured me that she wasn’t offended.
Brady got home really late and I was already in bed for the night. After he showered he got in bed with me. Since he had gotten home, we had been nice to each other so I figured we were fine. So I climbed on top of him, straddling his stomach. We hadn’t done anything sexual since our fight about Jessica and obviously we both needed to release some tension.
Brady yawned. He actually yawned while I was on top of him.
“I’m tired, Reese,” he said and it came out as more of a whine.
I climbed off. “Okay.”
Brady snuggled me and I wanted to push him off because I was bitter, but I didn’t.
On Wednesday night I was sitting on the bed painting my nails while Brady worked in the dining room. My phone was sitting on the nightstand charging and while I was leaning over responding to a text, I guess the bottle of red nail polish tipped over onto the bed. I put my phone down and saw the red puddle on the bed and let out a little scream. I jumped up to clean it up and of course that was the exact moment Brady decided to walk in.
“What happened?” he asked as I stripped the comforter off the bed. He somehow already knew that I’d done something bad.
“Nothing,” I said quickly, but Brady saw it.
“Are you fucking kidding? Reese!” he exclaimed.
“It’s fine. I’ll wash it and it’ll be like new,” I said calmly.
“Why would you paint your nails on the bed? Do you think?”
“Yes!” I kind of yelled. I now had the comforter balled up in my arms ready to go in the washer.
Brady stormed out and I went to wash the comforter. I felt bad and I was sick of arguing with him so I decided to go apologize. He wasn’t in the dining room so I went to find him. We ran into each other right outside the living room.
“Hey, I’m sorry about the nail polish. Do you want me to buy you a new comforter if it doesn’t come out?” I said. I’m proud of myself for finding him and apologizing because I used to never like to apologize to people.
“No, I want you to use your brain!” he snapped.
It really took all I had not to punch him.
“This is not working out,” I blurted out. “All you do is fucking yell at me and I’m not dealing with it anymore. I’m done.”
To my surprise, Brady said, “I could not agree more.”
I stood there gaping at him for a moment. Wait. What? When I realized what he said and that he agreed with me, I walked around him to the bedroom. Without even thinking about it, I pulled out an overnight bag and started throwing clothes in it. I texted Preston, “I’m coming over.”
Before Preston could text back or Brady could come find me, I grabbed my shit and headed out. Luckily Preston was home and I immediately collapsed on his bed.
“Need a drink, boo?” he asked me.
“Please,” I replied.
Preston made us screwdrivers and I told him what happened. He actually rolled his eyes at me.
“What?” I said. “I didn’t think he would agree with me. But maybe it is for the best.”
“Brady isn’t the kind of guy who is going to play your games with you,” Preston said. “You know that, right?”
I pouted.
“Here’s what I think,” Preston said and I braced myself for the worst. “I think you need a break from each other. Obviously neither of you are used to all this togetherness. You can stay here for a while. I know Kendra is busy trying to make a baby with her hubby.”
“Okay…” I said.
“After a week or so, see if being apart is really what you want. My guess is that you’ll both be miserable and go running back to each other.”
I considered this for a second. I totally appreciated Preston offering to let me stay in his little studio apartment, but suddenly I needed to get away – like far away.
“I think I’m going to Houston,” I stated.
“Houston?” Preston repeated.
“Yeah. I need to see my parents and grandparents. I’ll just go for the weekend.” I pulled out my phone and began looking for flights for Thursday. I noted that Brady hadn’t contacted me at all. I mean, it’s Brady so it’s not like I thought he would, but it happened so suddenly and quickly that I thought maybe he might. I left without even saying goodbye.
Preston continued talking, but I was preoccupied booking a ticket to Houston for the next morning. I couldn’t fucking wait to flee the city. After we finished our drinks I made Preston go to McDonald’s and split a happy meal with me. Then I turned off my phone so I would stop checking it to see if Brady was checking on me. He wasn’t so obviously he didn’t care.
I woke up at 7:00 on Thursday morning and I needed to go home and pack some things for the weekend then go to the airport for my 11:00 flight. When I turned my phone on, I had new messages from literally everyone except Brady. Even Andrew had texted me. I was so annoyed. Before I went home, I texted Lindsey asking if Brady was home. He usually goes to work earlier, but I just wanted to make sure the coast was clear. Lindsey assured me that he was at work.
But Brady was sitting outside on the two stairs leading into the house when I got there. When he saw me approaching the gate he stood up to greet me. He was wearing work clothes and I was really confused as to why he was home.
“Hey,” Brady said as I walked through the gate. He held his arms out like he expected a hug or something.
I didn’t reply.
“I’m sorry.” He dropped his hands back at his side.
I glared at him. “Now you’re sorry?”
“I am. I didn’t realize how bad it got. I’m sorry, Reese.”
I didn’t say anything.
“I want this to work. I’m tired of fighting with you too.”
I glanced behind him and said, “I don’t have time for this right now. I have a flight to catch.”
Brady looked confused. “Where are you going?”
“Home! To Houston. My grandparents want to see me,” I said. I flipped my hair and walked around him inside.
“Oh. Do you want me to take you to the airport?” Brady asked, following me.
“I don’t care.”
Brady sat on the bed and watched me while I threw a bunch of stuff in my bag. Him watching me was making me nervous so I tried to finish as quickly as I could. The car ride to the airport was relatively silent, aside from Brady trying to make small talk. I gave short, one word answers because I didn’t want to get too involved. Not until we figured something out.
When we got to the airport, Brady got out and tried to rush around to open the door and get my bag for me.
“I got it!” I snapped at him.
He held up his hands innocently. “Okay, I’m sorry for trying to help.”
I started to walk off and Brady grabbed my hand. “I love you.”
I snatched my hand away and said, “Okay, bye!” before rushing inside.
Naturally I spent my entire flight to Houston being super fucking confused and wondering what I was going to do with Brady. I know I don’t know what I want (I’m a girl, do any of us?), but I was thinking that Brady definitely doesn’t know what he wants. It gave me a headache. When I landed, I had a some texts from Brady. The first one said, “Have a safe trip. I can’t wait for you to get back.” The next one said, “I love you Reese.” And the last one said, “Did you make it?”
So annoying. I texted him back, “I’m here,” just so he would know I was alive then vowed not to text him for the rest of the trip. I fled the city so we could get away from each other and I intended to do just that.
My mom picked me up from the airport and we spent the entire day together. I avoided her questions about Brady, but she could tell something was up. I never go home to Houston unless I have to. We stayed out until literally midnight and I was so exhausted that as soon as my head hit the pillow I fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later and saw that Brady had sent me a goodnight text only an hour before. I was half asleep and missed him so I said, “Goodnight, Brady. I hope you’re enjoying having the bed to yourself.”
To my surprise, he immediately replied, “I’m not. I miss you so much.”
I couldn’t fall back asleep so I sat up on Pinterest for a few hours. I hung out with my mom again for the majority of the day on Friday. I made plans to go out with Brittany that night. The first thing she asked when we met up was, “Aww, where’s Brady?” I couldn’t even help rolling my eyes at her asking about him.
We ended up hitting up some bars not far from Brittany’s apartment downtown. It was burning up in Houston so we were scantily clad in shorts and crop tops. Some of Brittany’s wild friends ended up meeting us out and kept ordering shots. I tried to refuse (I’m reformed!), but they weren’t having it.
I remember going to McDonald’s after the bars and crying because I was sad and missed my ex-boyfriend. The guys at the table next to us felt bad for me and brought me an ice cream cone. Brittany said, “Oh my gosh, I cannot believe you’re crying in the middle of a McDonald’s,” and rolled her eyes. As if everyone doesn’t cry in a McDonald’s at some point in their life!
Brady called me on Saturday morning. I had been ignoring his texts, but figured he probably actually needed something if he was calling.
“How’s being back home?” was the first thing he asked me.
“It’s fine,” I answered.
“How are your parents?”
“They’re fine.”
“Oh. I’m at Trader Joe’s. Do you want me to get those cookies you like?”
I sighed. I was annoyed at him for assuming I was coming back and we were normal when we didn’t discuss anything. What the fuck? We decided we weren’t working out!
“I don’t care,” I finally said.
“Okay. I’ll just go ahead and get them.”
“K.”
“When are you coming home?”
“Tomorrow. And I want to figure this shit out when I get back. I hate when you do this.”
“Do what?” Brady wanted to know.
“Pretend like nothing is wrong! I broke up with you and you said you agreed with me and now you’re acting like I’m coming home to you,” I explained, frustrated.
“Oh…okay. We can talk,” was all he said.
So I said goodbye and hung up then went back to sleep. I was hungover pretty much all day on Saturday, but I pulled myself out of bed to see my grandparents. It was still disgustingly hot out so I wore a romper and hoped my grandma wouldn’t judge me for having my ass cheeks hanging out. I feel like whenever I go home my grandparents are always the people I spend the least amount of time with which really sucks. I wish I was better about making them a priority.
I met up with some friends from college on Sunday morning for brunch. We basically spent two hours drinking mimosas and gossiping about what everyone from school is doing. I guess the mimosas hit me pretty hard because halfway through brunch I sent Brady a long and borderline ridiculous text about how much I loved and missed him and even though we fight sometimes, I couldn’t picture my life without him. He replied that he felt the exact same way and couldn’t wait for me to get home later. For some reason, this made me really happy so I decided to go shopping after brunch. I needed to sober up before I could drive home anyway.
Don’t drink and shop. I spent $301 at Sephora for literally no reason at all. I hate when that happens. When I left my shopping extravaganza at Sephora, it was late and I had to speed home so I could grab my stuff to go to the airport.
By the time I got back to Chicago, I was exhausted and cranky. Brady picked me up and I handed him my bag before climbing in the front seat and sleeping the entire way home. When we got inside, I grabbed the Trader Joe’s cookies and hopped up on the counter. Brady followed me into the kitchen.
“I just want you to know that I didn’t mean for us to break up,” he said immediately.
I stopped eating my cookie. I was really surprised that Brady is the one who initiated this conversation. “What did you mean then, Brady?”
“What did you mean?” he exclaimed. “When you said, ‘I’m done,’ I thought you meant you were done fighting. I am done fighting too.”
“Seriously, if you talk to me like that again Brady, I’ll rip your tongue out.”
He looked at me like he was concerned/frightened.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh my gosh, just kidding. And you have to promise to go see Laura with me again. She’s been emailing me asking about you.”
“I’ll go.”
“And you have to look at this place I found on Zillow.”
“Okay.”
“And I want a foot massage tonight.”
“I’ll do it.”
Is there anything better than your man groveling to get out of the doghouse? So I got a foot massage and ice cream fed to me last night. Bliss. I know Brady and I have a lot of work to do, but I want to make it work. I just hope that after he’s done trying to make it up to me he doesn’t go back to being Asshole Brady.
Anyway, enough with love drama. Let’s talk about work drama. Today a bomb was dropped in the office. Diana is leaving! She wants to spend more time with her kid and wants a change of pace and etc so she’s starting her own independent interior design firm. I’m devastated. I actually cried. She’s literally the only reason I go to work. So I have no idea what to do. I asked her what they’re going to do about her replacement and she jokingly said it would be me. I know that isn’t going to happen. What if we get some total bitch? I’m distraught.
hot mess in high heels. 
So, I hate to say this because I know you have been working hard at changing and you don’t deserve the way Brady has been speaking to you, but he is treating you the way that you have treated him in the past. It almost seems like he is doing it on purpose, to kind of punish you for the way you have treated him, and that’s so wrong. If he chose to forgive and stay with you, then he needs to let go of how you have treated him because, for the most part, you have gotten better. You’re not perfect, and that’s okay, because nobody is. Right now, it’s emotional abuse what he is doing to you (and yes, it’s emotional abuse when you do it, too) and I am proud of you for standing up for yourself and leaving the situation when you became uncomfortable. No matter what your past behavior, you don’t deserve to be treated or talked to that way. And instead of saying hurtful things back, you left. That’s growth! You should be proud of yourself! And I’m sure Preston means well, but I don’t like how he always assumes it’s your fault when you and Brady have a fight. I don’t think he should just blindly agree with you, but he literally blames you for every single fight you have had with Brady. And the way he spoke to you this time was completely uncalled for. For once in your relationship you weren’t playing games with Brady and you allowed yourself to stand up for yourself when he was talking down to you. Something just rubs me the wrong way about Preston.
Thanks for the super long post! You really are maturing and you should be proud of yourself for the way you handled this fight. Can’t wait to see what happens next!
okay, no one kill me, but when have I ever treated Brady like this? maybe I’ve thrown tantrums when I don’t get my way but I’ve never implied anything like that he’s lazy or stupid which is what he was doing to me last week. and as for Preston, I think the problem is he only ever sees one side of Brady which is the soft spoken, quiet, sweet Brady. he has no idea what Brady can be like. and he knows me and knows how I am. I think that’s why he always blames me.
You are right that you haven’t implied that Brady is lazy or stupid. I guess I should have specified that I meant the manipulation you used to use to get your way with him. And I promise I’m not being judgy when I say you manipulated him…I was the same way with my ex. We actually behaved a lot like you and Brady in our relationship. I love him dearly, but we are not good together. We bring out the worst in one another and no matter what we tried, we could never change that. We were together for 4 years before we finally called it quits. When we aren’t together, we get along great. But in a relationship, we are toxic to each other. I hope that’s not how you and Brady end up, but in order to avoid it it will take a lot of work. And right now, you guys just aren’t healthy together.
I hope not also!
I read everything so fast that the only expression I had at the end was : woah.
Yelling definitely doesn’t work obviously but I thought Preston has a valid point. Maybe you guys are too close, too together. Some time apart does help. And it does sound like Brady frequently forgets what he says to you, content-wise. I recall you finding out things about him previously and he will reply with Didnt I tell you..I think both of you need to know what you guys really talk to each other about. And really listen to each other.
I agree!
Oh and I read back and realized that Brady asked when are you coming home instead of back when he called you. That really sounds sweet and.. you know like he associated you and home together? Gives me that awwwwly fuzzy feeling.
Things may change for like, a couple of weeks, but you two are just so wrong for each other in so many different ways. I hope you can realize that at some point before you make a permanent mistake.
that’s what I hope doesn’t happen. I don’t think we are wrong for each other even though it may seem like it right now. we just had a bad few weeks which every couple has.
I do not agree Dana.
Brady and Reese have only been living together for a short time and that places an enormous strain on any relationship.
Reese, you’re fab. As always, looking forward to the next update!
thanks waffles lol
I’m so proud of you standing up for yourself and calling him out on shit!
I think that Brady is still having problems with sharing “his” apartment. I get the impression he might’ve gone home to be alone while you’re at work and finding you home annoyed him because then his plan got ruined (and not some crap about your “work ethic”), I mean he said “I’m allowed to come to my home” (not our, not just home)
that boy really needs some therapy so he can learn to communicate with you and before you buy a place with Brady you guys should probably rent something together and rent Brady’s apartment for a while so he can get learn to transition to the whole “your place, your things” and stop thinking of you as a guest in his apartment.
it’s obvious you love him so talk to him and try to figure out what you both want out of the relationship and how you expect to treat each other.
you’re back home and he bought you cookies, but he needs to work a lot on his issues and if you want to be with him you’re gonna have to help him and it’s gonna take a while. you’ve changed a lot since you started this blog and I know you’re not perfect but you’re a lot more self-aware than he seems to be.
good luck at work! I hope your new boss isn’t a total bitch, but imagine if you get promoted to Diana’s job 😱 that would be so crazy
holy wall of text, I hope this makes sense
I definitely think you’re right about him being annoyed when he came home because he wanted to be alone. but he ignored me the entire time anyway so it was just like he was alone!
Living with someone else is difficult, period. Living with a SO is even more difficult because you share every space so it’s not like you can just go to your room when you’re annoyed with them. I think Brady needed a wake up call and he needed to realize you seriously weren’t going to be the “punching bag” for his bad moods. I think if you guys can get through this rough patch and Brady can work on opening up more you could be a great couple!
Maybe try to find out what is going on with Brady at work while you’re in your next counseling session, at least if you have her there he can’t dance around the question.
As for your boss leaving, is she not taking anyone with her? Is her firm going to be just her?
she says she needs at least 6 months before she’s even going to get her company off the ground and even then she doesn’t know if she will be taking any employees. 😩
Oh my gawwwwwshhhhhhhhh. That was a whirlwind and I was left feeling stressed for you. haha
If you want to make it work, I think going back to counseling with Brady is a great idea. Ya’ll need it! I still think you both need to work on RESPECTING each other, and I hope you can see that now. Maybe when you guys get upset with each other, instead of freaking out and yelling, you guys can take a time-out for 5 minutes and then TEXT each other how you feel. My husband and I actually do that, because I find that in the heat of the moment, I can be really venomous with my words and say things I don’t mean and immediately regret. When I WRITE how I am feeling, I find that I really THINK about what I am saying, before I say it (or text it). When I write something, I don’t just say it to get a reaction, or to hurt the other person
OR – write yourself a note/email/whatever on your phone/other device, just for yourself to read and vent about the situation and then if you want to, you can let Brady read it after you both calm down – or just keep it for yourself to read and then delete it. This is a good way to get all your emotions out and it often lets you realize how silly/out of control/dumb/etc you (or your BF) are being in a situation and can help calm you down enough to reason with yourself to not do something stupid.
Just some ideas! I know both of the above help me calm down when I get upset. Maybe talk with Brady about doing one of the above when things blow up and see what he thinks. Wish you all the best!
I’ll admit, I didn’t believe you when you said we didn’t respect each other but I totally see it now. we definitely didn’t respect each other last week/end. I know writing notes and texting isn’t the best way to communicate but I love it because it helps me be less impulsive. I completely agree.
Blame it on Mercury being in retrograde!!! That’s what I have been blaming all my problems on… Actually though, I really hope you and Brady work out and I’m so happy that you’re standing up for yourself
So much happened in this post! Communication Reese! It’s so important. You guys really didn’t talk about anything when you got back from Houston. You both need to take some time maybe a couple of hours, and talk about everything! I mean everything! Talk about your feelings, your plans for the future, stuff like that. And don’t just state what you feel, talk about why you felt that way.
For example you can tell Brady ‘I was upset when you questioned my work ethic because….’ and he in turn has to explain why he said that ‘I’m sorry my words upset you, but i said that because….’ Talking like that really helps. And do it all at once! Get every thing out there so you can clear the air and start over on a clean slate.
I’m rooting for you guys, I really hope you work things out.
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I know, we didn’t talk about anything at all but in our defense we were both dead tired (him from the marathon and me from traveling all weekend) and yesterday we were busy with work. I had lunch with Brady today and while we didn’t really hash anything out, I can already tell we are trying a lot harder to be nice to each other (lbermont from slutty is the new black suggested we go out of our way to be nice to each other so I’m trying it). hopefully soon we can visit Laura and really work on our communication (lack thereof).
I very rarely comment…
(I enjoy being a ghost reader)
But I HAD to comment today…
Unfortunately I don’t have any advice for you, but the 2 things that I wanted to make note of..
1. This post is the Most mature I’ve ever seen you act so far (the calm voice, trying Not to fight, apologizing for the spilled nails polish and offering to buy a new blanket if it did not come out)
I was very pleasantly surprised and impressed with how you handled Everything.
2. I ALWAYS paint my nails And toes in bed!!!
I try my best not to name call and degrade your S.O.
But that was a very Assholish way for Brady to act after that particular incident.
omg I know. nail painting on the bed is such a normal thing I can’t believe he freaked out about it.
Oh my gosh! I am so busy at work right now but had to stop what I was doing to read your post! Wow Brady was completely out of line. This sort of reminds me of how my husband and I fight sometimes – we get worked up and will just say the meanest things to each other but of course it is just the heat of the moment and once we calm down, we work it out. We have both acknowledged that we need to stop that but I am the one that will revert to it sometimes! I think Brady needs to recognize how he acts with you and it is not ok. Make him grovel a bit more lol! Good luck Reese! And as for work, maybe Diana will take you with her!
I agree with Christen! I was nervous to continue reading this post because I want this too work! (plus I have a crush on Brady so I would be sad!). Perhaps the one thing to take from this is when you guys argue (and no matter what everyone argues at some point). Take the time to walk away for a bit. Obviously you can’t exclaim “Im done!” every time or go to Houston, but give each other some space.
On a last note..good luck with the job. But if you are ask to take over for Diana just make sure it still leaves you time to post. This is my favorite blog and I was checking every day for a post. Is it too much to ask for a webcame to follow you around? (hahah I kid…sort of)
lol don’t worry, I will not replace Diana! I am not ready for that kind of position right now. Brady is adorable, I can totally see why you have a crush on him 💁
I’m so proud of you being strong and reasonable and standing up to Brady! You were thoughtful and honest and insightful. The whole situation sucked, but you were really mature!!!
Also, maybe Diana will need an employee!! 🙂
Reeeese!!! You adulted so hard!!!!
Brady was seriously a twat to you, although I think a previous poster had a point in maybe he came home expecting to have alone time and was pissed when he found you, so he acted out. That’s not an excuse, if he wants space, he needs to own that. Sharing space can be tough, but again, no excuse to be a dick.
ETA:
I cringed when he called you unmotivated. When I first started working from home, I’d sleep in pretty late almost every day, and it led to some pretty big fights, so I sympathize. People need to learn we all have our own way of working, damnit.
omg right?? I feel like out of everything that was the meanest thing he said to me.
If it’s encouraging to you, the first guy I moved in with and I fought all the time. Horrible fights where one or both of us would leave or threaten to leave. Now we’re married with a kid and never fight lol. I think now is your make it or break it moment. I’m glad you’re going back to therapy together
what did you doooooo?
Im glad you took a break from him. He’s been so grumpy lately, maybe it’s because of his issues at work. I understand men internalize issues and they get closed off but that doesn’t excuse his behavior towards you.
I’m thinking Brady came home in the middle of the day for some peace & quiet and freaked when he saw you. But he didn’t have to be so rude!
Can I just say I’m with him, when you said “im done with this”, I thought you meant fighting too, so you guys didn’t really break up.
I’m glad you talked to him and got things off of your chest, but you shouldn’t wait for things to get to that point, you should call him out when he’s being mean.
I’m sad about Diana too, isn’t she your mentor? Sad day! I hope the new boss is not a bitch.
No one has mentioned this, but a major red flag that stuck out to me is why is Andrew still texting you? He knows you have a boyfriend. To me this means you are probably still talking to him and entertaining him. Would Brady like that?
I really don’t like the way Brady talked to you. It’s one thing to be annoyed and snap at someone, but I feel like he was talking to you like a parent would lecture a teenager. I think maybe he is acting out because he is having a harder time living together than he wants to admit, so he is jumping all over your case for every little thing. From what you have written in the past, I think he does respect you, but his actions aren’t showing that right now. Respect is my #1 non-negotiable in a relationship ever since I broke up with my ex who constantly criticized everything that I said or did. Hopefully you can both see the therapist again and work on some things. BTW keep in mind that if you are open with the therapist, she will be more likely to see your side too. Like the saying goes, two sides to every story and you don’t want her to just get Brady’s side and think that the problem is all you. Especially since you have been working so hard at making the relationship better! I think you handled this whole thing very well 🙂