irresponsible pharmacist.

Brady and I took a late night flight to San Francisco on Friday. Brady worked late and I was already packed so I decided to make a quick trip to Bloomingdale’s. Since I was kind of in a hurry I started picking up anything that caught my eye, quickly accumulating a huge arm full of stuff. A sales girl found me and offered to start a fitting room for me, but I was in such a hurry that I told her that I was taking it all.

About 20 minutes later, I’d maxed out one of my credit cards on all my bullshit and was tempted to call my driver and have him help me carry all my bags to the car. I got home and had to repack in order to get use out of all my new stuff.

When we landed in San Francisco it was around 9 PM pacific time and since we didn’t have plans until the next morning, we decided to check into the hotel then head to a bar. I didn’t know it at the time, but Brady’s mom booked the room for us (well, him) and was staying directly next door.

After we put our stuff down and changed into cute clothes for the bar, we headed out. When I opened the door to our room, Brady’s parents were standing in the hallway, about to come to our room.

Brady’s mom looked surprised and said, “Oh! Hello. We weren’t expecting you.”

“Hi,” I replied, smiling and waving.

His mom leaned around me to look at Brady, who was standing right behind me.

“Hi son. We weren’t expecting Reese,” she said.

I turned to look at him and he shrugged at us. “Okay, well she’s here.”

I smiled at him. It was the snarkiest I’ve ever heard him get with his mother. Usually he’s trying really hard to be nice.

“We are going downstairs to grab a bite to eat and maybe a glass of wine,” the dad said. He wiggled his eyebrows when he mentioned wine. “Can I interest you two in going?”

Before I could even think of an excuse or if I wanted to go, Brady said, “No thanks.”

I didn’t know what to say and I don’t think his parents did either. Brady’s dad clasped his hands behind his back and smiled. “Are you sure?”

Brady’s mom glared at us.

“Yes,” Brady said.

“We have breakfast reservations at 9:30 tomorrow. Hunter and Dominique are meeting us here at 9:05,” his mom said. “We were only expecting five so hopefully they are able to accommodate us.”

“I don’t have to go,” I blurted out. Brady’s mom seemed to be going out of her way to make me feel out of place.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re here now and we won’t leave you out. Just be ready at 9:05,” she said.

Brady started walking off so I waved and followed him. Once we were out of earshot I asked, “Did your parents piss you off today?”

“No, why?” he said nonchalantly.

“You’re actually standing up for yourself and not acting all cowardly. I’m proud!” I put my arm around him.

Brady gave me a look and kind of rolled his eyes. I didn’t say anything else.

We started ordering shots as soon as we got to the bar a few blocks from the hotel. There’s nothing like getting drunk in a city other than your own, am I right? Soon, we were the only ones dancing in the middle of the bar. We were causing such a scene that we caught the attention of an alternative looking couple with sleeves of tattoos, John Lennon glasses and ripped clothing.

The girl grabbed Brady’s wrist and said, “Bro, your girlfriend is so hot.”

He smiled at me and was like, “Yeah, I know.”

We all introduced ourselves and I found out that their names were Noelle and Will. Noelle mentioned that it had been way too long since she’d been with a girl and since I was drunk I just smiled and giggled at her.

I’m not sure how, but they talked us into going back to their apartment to smoke. I don’t even smoke! We got a cab and I sat in the middle of Noelle and Brady. Noelle started playing with my hair and saying how smooth and shiny it was.

“You must wash it like, every day,” she said.

I laughed.

Brady grabbed my knee to tell me something and I practically fell into him trying to kiss him.

“Love you!” I giggled loudly.

When we got to their apartment, Noelle lit a ton of candles and Will started preparing the weed. They were using a vaporizer which I had never heard of.

“How do I even do this?” I asked as we sat around the table.

Will explained the whole process and Noelle said, “You’re so cute.”

I smiled at her.

I could only handle two rounds of the vaporizer because I felt so fucking weird. Will explained how much better for your body vaping vs. smoking was and it definitely felt fresher, but something didn’t feel right. Even my drunk ass could tell that.

Eventually we made our way to the dark living room that was only lit by Noelle’s candles.

“How do you feel?” she asked me as she sat down next to me on the couch.

“Fine,” I shrugged.

She got up on her knees and put her hands on my shoulders, massaging me. I was too inebriated to feel uncomfortable and just closed my eyes and enjoyed it.

“Looks like you have some competition, man,” I heard Noelle say. I opened my eyes and looked at Brady, but he looked all weird and far away. I reached out to touch him, but I couldn’t.

“Reese, tell me something naughty,” Noelle said.

“Naughty?” I repeated, laughing. I must have sounded like such a maniac. Why was I laughing?

“Yes, naughty.”

“My ex boyfriend has a video of me giving him a blowjob and he won’t delete it because he likes to masturbate to it,” I said.

Noelle slid her hands down and pulled me into her chest. Suddenly her face appeared right next to me. “Oh my God, that’s so hot.”

“Right?” I replied.

Noelle closed her eyes and leaned in like she was going to kiss me so I closed my eyes and let her. Her mouth was super, super cold; it was freaky.

I don’t know how long it lasted before I felt myself being pulled away and my head landing in Brady’s lap. I was giggling uncontrollably and Will was laughing at me.

“I’m literally in love with her,” Noelle said.

I don’t remember much else about the night. I vaguely recall being dragged into a cab by Brady while I was screaming (no one called the police?) and doing some embarrassingly kinky sexual things when we got back to the hotel room. I keep getting random flashbacks of things I did and cringing.

The next morning, I woke up to Brady getting dressed. I felt like I’d been hit by a semi.

“What time is it?” I asked groggily.

“9:30. They’re all waiting for us downstairs,” Brady replied.

“Oh my gosh, why didn’t you wake me up?” I exclaimed, pushing the blankets off me. I was completely naked, obviously.

“I told my mom you weren’t feeling well. You can stay in bed if you want,” he said.

“I’d look like such a bitch if I didn’t come after all that. Just give me five minutes.”

I got up and washed my face and brushed my teeth then pulled my hair into a tight top knot. I dug through my bag and put on white jeans, a Wildfox jumper and sandals then I went into bathroom and started crying because I looked so ugly.

“What’s wrong with you?” Brady asked, following me into the bathroom.

“Nothing. I’m fine. Just go without me.” I grabbed a few Kleenex from the box and dabbed my face.

“No. You’re already dressed. Let’s just go and we can come right back,” he suggested.

I didn’t even protest and just washed my face again and followed Brady downstairs. Everyone was waiting in the lobby – Brady’s parents, Hunter wearing the baby and Hunter’s tiny pregnant wife.

Brady’s mom crossed the lobby toward us.

“What the hell have you two been doing? I told you we had 9:30 reservations,” she said through clenched teeth so no one else could hear her. As passive aggressive as she usually is, I’d never seen her that visibly upset.

“I’m sorry,” Brady said, sounding defeated.

His mom gave me a disapproving once over and turned back around.

“Glad you’re feeling better and can join us this morning,” Brady’s dad called which I appreciated.

“Thanks. I’m feeling a little better,” I said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hunter’s wife, Dom, roll her eyes and turn around, heading toward the door after Brady’s mom. The nerve.

The car ride to the restaurant was filled with Brady’s mom asking Dom questions about her pregnancy and the baby. To my surprise, they were both being really nice to each other and it seemed like they were getting along great. Dom was being super sweet and almost like soft spoken which isn’t her personality at all. It was weird and shocking considering how terrible their first ever encounter encounter went.

Our reservation was at a cute French inspired restaurant downtown. We sat down and as soon as the waiter came to take our drink orders, Brady’s mom said, “She needs water,” and pointed her bony ass finger at me.

I don’t know why, but it really pissed me off so I said, “And a mimosa please.” I didn’t even want a mimosa.

Hunter smiled at me and said, “I’ll have one as well.”

“Baby, you’re going to drink with your son here?” Dom asked him.

“It’s just a mimosa. Relax,” he said back.

“I don’t like you doing that and you know it,” she said.

I glanced at Brady’s mom to see if she was catching any of this, but she was discussing drinks with the server and her husband. Do y’all remember when she said I was controlling? If she thinks I’m controlling, I can’t imagine what she must think of Dom.

After the server left, they passed the baby to its grandparents. It was creepy seeing Brady’s mom actually smiling and baby talking. The baby is really cute though.

“What names have you brainstormed?” Brady’s mom asked after ten minutes of cooing at the baby.

“Well, we liked Luna before Chrissy Teigen ruined it,” Dom answered.

“I don’t like that,” Brady’s mom said with a completely straight face. “You have to set her up for success, Dominique. She’s already going to have it hard enough growing up biracial.”

I almost spit out my mimosa. I waited for Dom’s reaction, but she just nodded. “You’re right.”

I physically couldn’t stop myself from speaking up. “Isn’t it sad that in 2016 we still have to worry about that?”

“Worry about what?” Brady’s mom asked, looking at me.

“A baby being biracial. This country is a melting pot. Being biracial is like the norm these days.”

She scrunched up her face at me like that was the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard. She pointed her finger at me. “Drink your water.”

Excuse me? What does my water have to do with any of that? What a bitch. I glanced at Brady and he looked at me and bit his lip. It looked like an apology. At that moment I disliked his mother so much that I felt like crying.

I stayed quiet for most of the meal until Brady’s dad asked me how my crepes were.

“Fine,” I replied dryly.

“You got the lemon ones, did you?” he continued.

He was going out of his way to be nice to me after his stupid wife was rude so I started being nicer back. After we finished our food and we were waiting on the check, another server brought out a round cake covered in strawberries and whipped cream. The plate it was on had, “Congratulations!” written in chocolate. I glanced around and Brady’s mom looked delighted with herself.

“Thank you so much!” Dom gushed and then she actually got up and gave Brady’s mom a hug. I was super annoyed that the two of them were suddenly best friends.

After we ate a ton of cake and paid, we headed back to Hunter and Dom’s house. Brady’s mom hadn’t said a single word to me since our little tiff about race which was fine. The woman doesn’t have anything nice to say anyway. Brady and I sat at the kitchen island while Dom and Brady’s parents brewed some coffee.

“So how’s Tucker? Has he been spending most of his time staying with you or with Reese?” Brady’s mom asked, directing her question at Brady.

I couldn’t even stop myself. “Both of us. We all live together.”

Brady’s mom turned to me. “I’m sorry?”

I felt Brady’s hand on my elbow. Dom smirked at me.

“Brady, Tucker and I. We are all spending all of our time at Brady’s condo.”

“Reese, stop,” Brady said.

I turned to him. “What?”

“What are you saying, Reese?” Brady’s mom asked in a dismissive voice like she was sick of me talking.

Brady and I stared at each other and I could tell he was trying to tell me something with his eyes.

“Should I pour a mug of coffee for you?” Brady’s dad asked. I looked up and he was staring at me.

“I don’t drink coffee, but maybe Brady would like some,” I answered.

No one said anything for a little while until Dom dismissed herself to go check on Hunter and the baby. Brady’s dad sat a cup of coffee in front of Brady and then a glass of water in front of me.

“Hunter and Dominique don’t need us all bothering them all day so we’ve made plans to go to an art exhibit this afternoon. You’re more than welcome to come,” Brady’s mom said.

“We haven’t gotten a chance to spend anytime downtown and Reese has never been so we are going there,” Brady said.

She didn’t say anything back. Brady excused himself to use the restroom before we left and a few seconds after he’d gone, Brady’s mom whispered something to the dad and she walked out too.

“It’s certainly a beautiful day to explore San Francisco. It’s a great city,” the dad said to me.

“Yeah. From what I’ve seen, it’s really nice. Totally different from LA,” I replied.

“Oh, a world of difference. Hunter lived in Los Angeles for a year before settling in here and my wife begged him to relocate elsewhere.”

“A lot of my friends from college moved there after graduation and all they do is party. LA is definitely the place to be if you want to party until the sun comes up every night.”

Brady’s dad laughed. “And that’s no way to live as an adult.”

“For sure.” I sipped my water.

“How’s work? I think Brady mentioned that you recently changed positions again.”

I nodded. “Yeah. Same industry, but more on the sales and client facing side.”

“Do you enjoy that?”

“Yeah. It’s been good. I’ve had to change a lot of things so it’s been overwhelming, but it’ll be worth it.”

“Well, good for you. And continue finding your niche within that industry. It sounds like you know what you want.”


A few minutes of silence ensued and since it was awkward, I decided to go find Brady.

“I’m going to go see what it is taking Brady so long,” I said, hopping down from the stool.

“I’m sure he will be back momentarily,” Brady’s dad called after me, but I was already heading toward the stairs.

I started climbing the stairs slowly and quietly because I could kind of hear voices. If Brady’s mom was confronting him about something then my nosy ass wanted to hear.

“It’s incredibly inappropriate and irresponsible,” I heard Brady’s mom say in a stern voice.

Brady’s dad came bounding up the stairs behind me. “Honey? Reese and I became worried so we are heading up the stairs right now.”

Brady’s mom appeared in the bright landing. “Oh. We are fine. Should we get going, honey?”

“I’d love to.”

Brady’s mom began descending the stairs and grabbed my shoulder to lead me down. Once we got back to the kitchen I asked, “Where’s Brady?”

“He will be down momentarily!” his mom snapped. I hate her.

Sure enough about a minute later, Brady came down the stairs looking defeated.

“We’re off. I hope you two enjoy your day,” Brady’s mom said, strapping on her Cole Haan cross body.

“We will see you later on this evening,” the dad added.

After they’d left, Brady announced that he was calling an Uber to take us downtown.

“What did your mom say?” I had to know.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, not looking up at me.

“Yes she did. Was it because of what I said?”

“Of course it was. Why did you feel the need to say that, Reese? You thrive on drama. You know my parents didn’t know you moved in.”

“I’m sorry. She just got under my skin today,” I apologized.

“Well good job because you don’t have to deal with the reprisal, I do.”

I didn’t say anything and Brady said, “Our Uber is here.”

By the time we arrived downtown, Brady was in a better mood and excited to explore with me. We did some light shopping and stopped in a few restaurants for drinks. After taking some touristy pictures, we decided to go back to the hotel to nap. I was still exhausted from the night before.

We got back to our room and Brady started chuckling. “Do you even remember last night?”

“Don’t even remind me,” I groaned. “What the hell is up with San Francisco weed? Every time I’ve smoked here, I felt like I was tripping on acid or something.”

“Honestly, it’s a possibility. It could be laced with anything,” Brady said.

“That’s so reckless. Why would you want to smoke laced weed?” I said.

Brady shrugged. As a pharmacist, that’s irresponsible. I was not impressed or amused.

I took a long shower and when I walked back in the room with just my towel on, Brady was laying down on his back.

“Come here,” he said, sitting up.

I tightened my towel and padded over to him. He grabbed the bottom of the towel and yanked it down so I was standing there completely naked. He ran a hand down my torso and down between my legs.

“Bradyyyy,” I whined.

“Yes, baby?”

“Get undressed.”

Soon he was on top of me, pounding hard. I felt like I couldn’t keep up. That doesn’t ever happen.

“Are you thinking about Noelle?” Brady asked me.

I giggled and grabbed his face in my hands. I was too out of breath to respond so I kissed him quickly. He started moving faster, clearly about to finish and then there was a knock on the door. A pretty aggressive knock. Brady stopped and looked around, confused.

“Yeah?” he called.

“Brady, we are leaving for the airport. We’re here to say goodbye,” I heard his mom say from the other side of the door.

“Fuck!” Brady muttered. He jumped off me and started getting dressed. I slowly climbed out of bed and walked to my bag to find something to throw on. I didn’t care if his mom knew what was going on. I was sick of being nice and trying to impress her when her mind was already made up about me.

I found a pair of running shorts and a gray Yale sweatshirt that I hijacked from Brady a long time ago. I was still trying to tame my damp hair when Brady opened the door.

“Our flight is in an hour and a half,” was his mom’s greeting when she walked in.

“I hope you have a safe trip,” I offered. I was sitting on the floor pulling my hair into a bun.

“Likewise,” she said looking down at me.

She and Brady hugged briefly followed by Brady and his dad hugging. It was only when Brady’s mom began walking toward that I realized she wanted to say goodbye to me too. I stood up and hugged her and when she pulled away, she said, “I have something I’d like to email to you so I will get your email address from Brady, okay?”

I nodded. What the hell did this broad possibly need to email to me?

“It was good to see you, Reese and hopefully we can all get together again soon,” she continued. How sweet.

I smiled and said, “Me too.”

We left early on Sunday morning and slept all day as soon as we got home. We didn’t even stop by Kendra’s to get Tucker. Brady’s mom drains all my energy. And I wasn’t even trying hard to be perfect around her this time. I don’t see how he deals with her. And I still haven’t received that email. I asked Brady about it and he seemed clueless as to what she would possibly need to email me about. He did say that she texted him asking for my address though. Isn’t that weird?

Speaking of weird and my ex boyfriend, he texted me last week saying he needed a favor. I texted back asking what the favor was and he called me. Devin and I don’t talk a lot these days, but we are still on good terms. Brady was watching tv in the living room so I went to our room to take the call.

“Yes, Devin?” I answered.

“My baby!” he exclaimed into the phone.

“No,” I said calmly. “What do you need?”

He explained that his company was sending a VIP guest (what does that even mean?) to Chicago for a show and he needed connects to some after party venues. “I know your fine ass knows everyone,” he said.

“Actually no. I’m so far removed from that scene. I’ve grown out of it,” I explained.

After that we just started talking. He told he about the girl he’d recently broken up with. Neither of them trusted each other and it just made a super toxic relationship. That made me feel guilty for sometimes not trusting Brady. We’d been on the phone for about 45 minutes when Brady walked in the bedroom. So then I felt guilty about being on the phone with my ex. Brady went in the bathroom and got in the shower and I ended the call with Devin. I didn’t tell Brady who I was talking to and I definitely can’t tell him now after my weird confession over the weekend. I cannot believe I even said that.

Anyway, I have a ton of work to do and I’ve already wasted enough time typing this. I’m dying to know what Brady’s mom is going to email me!!!

Oh, I forgot to add this. My parents are separating. They just can’t seem to get along. I mostly feel bad for my mother because she really wants to make it work and my dad is the one who wants to end it. She obviously loves him and said she’s been praying for God to fix it. She said, “When I said those vows, I really meant it,” and that made me incredibly sad. Especially because I imagine she’s going to be so lonely once my dad leaves. 


40 thoughts on “irresponsible pharmacist.

  1. kelseyxsays says:

    I literally despise the way Brady just lets his
    Mom talk to you/about you guys. It’s so disrespectful to you and to your relationship. I’ve never seen a GROWN ASS MAN let his overbearing, self-righteous mother dictate his own life and who he lives with. She doesn’t pay your/his bills. It literally blows my mind and I honestly would not allow it continue, if it was my boyfriend. He needs to grow a pair. I’m sorry. But the way Brady handles his mother is just the pussiest (making up my own word, it’s fine) thing I’ve ever seen.

    Brady getting angry at YOU over being honest is ridiculous. His anger is completely misguided and it just pissed me off. Also, I’m fairly concerned his mother has a serious case of bi-polar. lol. I hope you don’t receive hate mail. It’s probably some kind of etiquette class she wants you to take. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

    • ugh I agree. as much as he claims to hate his parents he sure does a lot to please them. it’s actually so annoying. I’m waiting for the day when he actually stands up for himself. and I thought the same thing about the etiquette class!

      • Just to defend Brady a little here… You have no idea what his childhood was like Or why he acts this way. You don’t know what it’s like for him to deal with his parents.
        Just something to think about.

        His mother is a major asshole though!

      • I don’t know what his childhood was like or anything because he won’t tell me. it’s hard to sympathize when he won’t open up

      • kelseyxsays says:

        Shann- I still don’t think that’s an excuse. He’s an adult. A very independent adult. I think if his issues are THAT deep, that he needs to get some psychiatric counseling (and I’m not implying anything is wrong with that). Sure, he can be a product of the environment he grew up in. BUT, surely that doesn’t define him or make it okay to use growing up with his crazy mother as an excuse to treat Reese how he does when she’s around, or let his mother disrespect her. People go through all kinds of damaging things in their life and can still move on to be better than they were raised.

      • oh Kelsey, lol while i think Brady does have some issues (nothing wrong with that, we all do to an extend) he does not have any mental illnesses therefore does not need to see a psychiatrist. that said, I think we’d both benefit from seeing our therapist, both alone and together, especially with everything that’s going on now.

      • kelseyxsays says:

        loooooool πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ perhaps “psychiatric counseling” wasn’t the right suggestion – is ‘therapist’ a more appropriate term? My B. Regardless, I think you got the point. πŸ™„ lolz.

      • I’m
        Not saying it’s an excuse but it’s something to consider. It’s not just easy for people to talk about things. My childhood was awful. I’ve been married 5 years and still haven’t told my husband a lot. It’s takes time. Maybe it’s just something to consider before bashing him so hard.

      • Anna says:

        I’m not sure what Brady’s childhood was like matters here. He expected and pretty much asked Reese to LIE to his parents (even if it’s a lie of omission) which is completely disrespectful of the fact that they have chosen to live together. She shouldn’t have to do that and, although I’m sure he was caught by surprised, he has no right to be mad about her choosing not to lie for him.

  2. Delilah says:

    His mom is rediculous. I don’t know how you do it lol I am curious about what this email is going to be about haha good luck!

  3. Cheeky says:

    I think she’s going to email you some kind of prenup type of contract. I live in Canada, not sure if it’s the same in the u.s but once you live with a partner for more than a year or so… You become common law married. Meaning if you break up you would be entitled to his apartment…

    If she does do that and the laws are the same it would be so disrespectful. Brady is not a child, adults learn from mistakes if there is a mistake. She does not get to control in life. After 18 years old parents can’t legally tell their children to do thing, only advise and help guide them.

    Also Dom is deff nice because she is counting on joining the will and having a nice trust funds for her children.

    • Common law marriage isn’t really a thing in most of the US — it’s not considered actual common law marriage unless the partnership was formed before sometime in the mid 90s, and I think only a few states recognize that; Illinois isn’t one of them. You can put a domestic partner on your insurance and the like, but it’s definitely not considered being married. I didn’t know it was still a thing in Canada, that’s crazy.

      Reese, holy shit, I can’t believe Brady’s crazy mother. I wonder if she’s going to send you some crazy diatribe, filled with religious shit and threats about leaving her precious son alone. (Didn’t she give you a bible for Christmas a couple of years ago? Ugh)

      • Cheeky says:

        yeah typically people use the term for tax purposes here, but once things get nasty it can be legally binding still.
        but thanks for clarifying!

      • she DID give me a bible. they’re so conservative, she probably will threaten me somehow. that’s the only that really makes sense to me. I can’t understand what else she would want

  4. Sara says:

    Definitely want to hear what Brady’s mom emails you. She is a strange bird for sure. He really seems to have an odd family, although his dad seems fairly normal.
    I am really, really sorry to hear about your folks. My folks divorced right after I finished College and although my dad moved on and is very happy, my mom never got over him. Unhappy with him and unhappy without him. I really hope your mom can move on if they end up going beyond simple separation. I also hope you can get past them splitting as well. It’s not fun for anyone. My advice: do not take sides and don’t get drawn into their bullshit.

    • and I thought my family was crazy! I think it’s mostly just his mom (and him almost) and obviously the sister in law although she seems to have toned it down a lot.

      • Sara says:

        Dom’s pregnant again, isn’t she? Maybe her pregnancy hormones make her nice instead of emotional like normal women. It would be in keeping with the weirdness. See how she is when the has the new one. And what was up with her having a controlling spazz over Hunter having a Mimosa? It’s a MIMOSA, for crying out loud, not everclear. Jeez.

  5. Meghan says:

    Oh my god I would kill his mother lol what an awful
    Miserable bitch!!! I wondered the same about a prenup. You never know with her. I don’t blame you for telling her. You are both adults, living in sin is inevitable!! Lol

    • she would have no reason to send me a freaking prenup. Brady and I haven’t talked about getting married in a long time and I highly doubt he’s mentioned anything about marriage to his mom.

  6. Luita says:

    I can’t believe Brady got mad at you and said that you like to stir up drama! Was he expecting you to lie? You had every right to tell the truth and he needs to grow some balls. If he’s old enough to live with you, he’s old enough to tell mommy & daddy about it!
    I think the mom is being nice to Dom because she’s her grandchildren’s mom. Motherhood changes the dynamics, so they are in some sort of truce.
    I would tell Brady that he needs to stand up for you a little more, you didn’t party by yourself and it’s not ok that they treat you like a party girl. That’s what I felt they were doing.
    So sorry to hear about your parents. That’s never easy no matter how old you are.

    • I think motherhood did change their dynamic but I feel like Dom has completely changed. like her entire demeanor. maybe it made her a nicer person.

    • I didn’t think about that, but yeah that question was a little off the wall. the only reason I can think that she would ask that is because Brady told her that I really wanted Tucker.

  7. leo says:

    google DWIL Nation. its a community board on a baby site but the crazy moms/inlaws remind me a lot of Brady’s mom. he needs to grow a pair and stick up for himself, for you + for your relationship. he shouldn’t put so much care into his moms happiness since she obviously doesn’t give a crap about him so much as she does appearances.

    • I know, that’s what I said!! his mom acts like she doesn’t even care about him, she just wants him to be perfect and be with someone just like her. I can’t stand it!!!

  8. Lesley says:

    So much ground to cover here. I’ll start with this – I think Brady is a bad influence on you. Weed? Drugs? Before you were with him you never mentioned any of that. I think he’s a stoner and probably dabbles in harder drugs. You both drink way too much and I think if you were with someone else you would not drink as much as you do with Brady. I think you should try to see Brady’s mom’s side of things. Anytime she has met you, you’ve been hungover or drunk or in the middle of having sex with her son. It doesn’t help that you are living together (and you aren’t contributing at all) so she sees you as a freeloading bimbo. I’m sorry to say it. As for Dom, having a baby changes people. She’s probably a lot more level headed, nurturing and patient now and Brady’s mom isn’t as big of an issue with her. Plus, she’s the grandmother of her children. She’s mature enough to understand that their relationship has to reflect that. I’m really sorry about your parents. You’ve compared your relationship with Brady to theirs a lot and I wonder if maybe you should learn from their mistake and realize that Brady might not be the best person for you.

    • Sarah Gwen says:

      I’m sorry but it’s absolutely ridiculous to mention weed as if it’s some kind of hard drug. And I don’t see them dabbling in hard drugs at all. Psychedelics are also not the same as hard drugs, mushrooms can be life-changing and native tribes around the world have used psychedelics for mind expansion. I think Reese and Brady are both working on not partying quite so hard and have both gotten a ton better. When on vacation, go a little nuts, why not.
      Try to smoke organic weed though, there’s some weird chemical crap on weed sometimes just like in cheap crappy beer.

    • hi Lesley, I don’t appreciate you implying that Brady is on hard drugs because he isn’t and I’ve never mentioned anything like that so I’m not sure how you got that impression. he does smoke weed but so does a ton of the population and it’s even legal in some places. I don’t really have a problem with it. you don’t know anything about our finances therefore don’t know if I’m contributing and his mom certainly doesn’t know either. plus she just found out about our living situation so she doesn’t know anything about how the bills are split. I have compared my parents relationship to me and Brady’s, but they are two different relationships and I’m not going to give up on mine because my parents aren’t working out. thanks for being sensitive to my situation though.

  9. some of the comments are really harsh. love Reese and Brady together, they’re so opposite and seem to compliment each other. No couple is perfect though and it’s not our place to judge her. At the end of the day we really are just getting her side of things, her experiences, and opinions. If they’re on vacation I totally get wanting to be a little wreck less. We also don’t see her account or anything so we shouldn’t be assuming she’s a bimbo or contributes nothing financially. Reese, keep up the blog! I love to read about your adventures ❀

  10. Seannea says:

    Brady sucks sometimes. He should have told his parents that you guys were living together.

    You should be allowed to speak freely about your life together. Brady needs to man up and check his mother. He’s an adult and can make his own decisions.

    You are a saint for putting up with that! He should be embarrassed that he couldn’t tell his mom and let you loose in Nordstoms with his credit card.

  11. Marty says:

    Brady deserves the truth He’s always been there and seems like he may still want to if Reese was honest.

  12. mdiddy420 says:

    Brady deserves to hear the truth. He is loving and caring and would want to continue if it wasn’t as bad as he thinks Reese keeps running so it looks terrible

  13. Ellie says:

    Not to go against the grain but its his MOTHER. I mean I get it if you guys were married but his parents are conservative and they are well whatever the hell they are. You can either stay away from them or grin and bear it. They aren’t going anywhere and if they were to idk how that would affect your relationship. The ppl are nuts but you rarely see them. Everyone is saying he needs to check his mom but she is really just annoying not disrespectful. Many parents don’t want their children living with someone before marriage some things are just a respect value. You know your parents do not like certain things so you keep it away from them. Many people didn’t grow up in a free flowing and communicative household… there are restrictions. When you are with them you are in their world as the older adult parents… if you don’t like them….. do not put yourself in situations to be around them. Coming around and demanding they change or Brady fight all these battles adds strain to your relationship with him.

    Just stay away until you have a place at the table… like fiancΓ© and wife.

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