Brady’s been moody lately. I had Monday off so I went to the grocery store then slaved away in the kitchen making a Greek inspired dinner. And a chocolate cake. I was pretty proud of myself and excited for Brady to try my dish. He ended up working late and was exhausted by the time he got home. He barely even said hi to me before getting in bed and going to sleep.
Brady must have felt bad about it because he woke me up the next morning and offered to take me to Starbucks and then to work. Yes please.
Luke was waiting for me in the design room when I got in. He had been there for an hour already working on ideas. When Luke is in the zone, he’s in the zone. He started rambling off ideas while I sipped my green tea latte, ate my donut and nodded. I heard footsteps and then saw Stacey walk in.
“Hey babies,” she said, hopping on the table next to me.
I didn’t even acknowledge her.
“I heard back from that job,” she said.
That got my attention. I turned to face her, hoping for good news.
“They want someone with more experience. So they offered me a junior position, but it only pays $42,000. I was hoping for at least $60k.”
I just couldn’t help putting my two cents in.
“Are you really in any position to be that picky right now? With no experience, it’ll be a good way to get your foot in the door. Plus, you’re still living at home so it’s not like you have a ton of expenses,” I said.
“I just want to be like you, Reese,” she said sweetly. “I want a high paying job with no experience and not have to do anything plus have a rich boyfriend who doesn’t make me pay for anything.”
“What are you talking about?” was all I could think to say back even though it was obvious what she was talking about.
Stacey started laughing like the maniac that she is. I glared at Luke because obviously he’d told her everything.
“Reese, you are literally goals,” she laughed. And then she reached over and grabbed my donut with her gross little fingers. She couldn’t break off a piece with just one hand so she started touching all over my donut.
“Can you fucking not?!” I exclaimed and grabbed the thing from her.
She’d managed to get a little piece off and popped it in her mouth while laughing.
I stormed out. Later on, Stacey went running around the office telling everyone that she’d gotten a lead on a major new account. I whispered to Luke, “Congrats on doing your job, bitch,” and he gave me a look.
“It’s just a lead?” I asked her. “What if it falls through?”
“It won’t fall through,” she said, flipping her hair at me.
I don’t even know why I continue trying to communicate with her. She’s just always in my face like a gnat and I can’t help it.
When I got home that night, I played with Tucker for a little bit then I made dinner and dessert and waited for Brady to get home. When he got home I was playing with Tucker on the floor of the living room. Brady walked past without saying anything and I got up and followed him.
“I made dinner. It’s from the Pioneer Woman,” I said.
“Could you have made a bigger fucking mess?” Brady asked, tossing a pan that I didn’t even end up using.
“I’m going to clean obviously,” I said.
He mumbled something about the place being disgusting and stormed out. I followed him.
“Did you have a bad day?” I asked as we walked toward the bedroom.
We got in the room and Brady said, “Of course, it’s a disaster in here too.”
I’ll admit, I made a bit of a mess when I was getting ready in the morning and I hadn’t had time to clean it up. But only because I’d come home and immediately started on dinner for Brady. I watched as he started picking stuff up off the floor – my boots, an empty shopping bag, etc. My makeup bag was sitting on the nightstand and I had some products sitting out and Brady grabbed all of it and shoved it in the empty shopping bag.
“What the fuck? Don’t touch my shit!” I exclaimed and pushed him. He held the bag out to me, so I could finish cleaning I guess, and stormed into the bathroom.
I heard the shower come on and I called my mom.
“Dad said he would help me buy a condo. I need him to find me one because I can’t live with this asshole anymore,” I said when she picked up.
“Babe, stop being mean to Brady. He’s so good to you,” she said.
Usually my mom only hears the good side of our relationship because I don’t like to tell her everything else (moms always hold a grudge) so she thinks he’s perfect.
“I made a Pioneer Woman recipe and he didn’t even eat it because he was too worried about the kitchen being a mess,” I ranted.
“You have to clean as you cook, sweetie,” my mom said in the most condescending voice ever. “Your dad has been teaching you that since forever.”
I was annoyed that she wasn’t taking my side so I told her I had to go and hung up. I thought if anyone would understand, it would be my mom. She’s messy like me and we had to hire a cleaning service to clean our house once a week. So she has some nerve telling me to clean as I cook. I finished picking up all my things from Brady’s room (it wasn’t even that bad) and moved it to the office. I decided that I would get ready there in the mornings instead. I’d loaded the dishwasher and was scrubbing the counters when Brady walked into the kitchen.
“Hey. I’m sorry,” he said immediately.
I glared at him. “You’re sorry? Why?” I just wanted him to admit that he was being a dick for no reason and own up to it.
“For yelling at you. Thank you for cleaning,” Brady said.
“Apology not accepted. I made a mess because I was making dinner for you. So leave me alone while I finish up in here.”
“I’ll help,” he said and picked up a sponge to help me with the counters.
I wanted to ask why he didn’t just help in the first place, but didn’t and we worked in silence for a little while.
Once we were done and the kitchen was sparkling clean, Brady asked, “Do you want me to go get ice cream?”
“Yes,” I said without even looking up at him.
After he left, I thought it would be a great time to get some gifts out of him so I texted him saying there were some things I wanted on Nordstrom.com and could I use his card to get it? He didn’t even ask how much it was and just said, “Yes.”
Sucker. I ordered a pair of sunglasses, the Hourglass ambient lighting edit highlighting palette plus the matching brush. So nothing too crazy, lucky for him.
When he got home, we sat in the living room and ate our ice cream and talked about our days. Brady is probably sick of hearing about Stacey too, but he still listens and tells me to ignore her, avoid her and not stoop to her level. So easy for him to say.
After we finished our ice cream, we started fooling around on the couch. It was long overdue. We never do anything besides kiss anymore and it’s equally weird and frustrating. It kind of freaks me out because we used to be super sexually active and have sex almost every single day. Makes me wonder if he’s getting it elsewhere. It doesn’t help that I keep having dreams at night of him hooking up with other girls. One of them appeared to be that Hailey girl (he was having sex with a petite blonde, but I couldn’t see her). Another night, I had a dream that Brady was sitting down and Stacey kept walking past him and rubbing his shoulders and stuff. Then eventually they disappear into a room. That dream offended me much more than the other one only because Stacey was involved. I wanted to kill her. She’s such a bitch, showing up in my dream and touching all over my man.
She made a comment about me living with Brady rent free again on Wednesday.
“You don’t even know what you’re talking about so mind your own business,” I said back.
She started laughing, obviously. “It isn’t a bad thing, jeez. I wish I had a generous boyfriend too.”
Later on in the day Luke invited both of us to party on Saturday night and after Stacey said yes, I pretended I had other plans. Luke texted me and said, “Do you actually have plans or do you not want to go because she’s going?”
“You’re petty,” he said.
I feel like Luke and I are drifting apart because he’s so close with Stacey and I hate her so much. It sucks, but I physically can’t be around her especially outside of work. So if he wants to hang out with her all the time, I’ll let him.
That Hailey girl texted Brady on Wednesday night and said, “Hey, do you still think you can make it on Friday night?”
They haven’t talked about anything happening on Friday so I don’t know what she’s referring to. Which leads me to believe that they must have seen each other in person recently. I just don’t understand where they could have met.
Brady replied, “I’ll let you know.”
That was the only time they messaged this week and I’m super duper curious to see what he does tonight, if he tells me he has plans or what. I’ve been checking her Facebook constantly trying to figure out who she is. So far, I haven’t found out anything. She and Brady aren’t even friends! It’s frustrating.
Y’all will be happy to know that I downloaded the Handy app and booked our first cleaning on Monday! I’m not going to tell Brady and pretend that I’m just getting better about cleaning. #lifehack