your daddy is mean.

The past week at work has been so annoying. For a few days, Monica was really short and distant no matter how much I tried to talk to her. It was really weird because she wasn’t acting that way with anyone else. Even though it bothered me, I had so much more to worry about so I didn’t dwell on it. My meeting with Scott and Mike on Thursday went really well, so well in fact, that they agreed to get me absolutely anything I need to get sales to where they want them to be. Unlimited resources!

On Wednesday night, I bugged Brady about what he was getting me for my first Mother’s Day. He had the nerve to laugh and ask if I really thought I deserved something which I thought was rude. But then on Thursday morning right before he left for work, Brady informed me that he’d left his Amex on the nightstand.

I rolled over and said, “Wait, why?”

“Get whatever you want,” Brady said and I couldn’t argue with that.

I ordered two items from my favorite luxury website, net-a-porter.com and immediately when I got the order confirmation email, I forwarded it to Brady. It was a little pricey and I didn’t want to be accused of trying to hide it or anything.

Brady replied, “You’re welcome.”

After my beautiful net-a-porter splurge and really successful meeting, I was feeling super great and super happy so naturally, I chose that moment to talk to Brittany.

I texted her, “Why are you sending pictures of wedding rings to my man?” Our relationship is just like that so she would know not to get defensive.

“Lol, what do you mean? No idea what you’re talking about, girl,” she said back.

“Facebook! I have his password obviously.”

She sent back the eye rolling emoji and then a few minutes later added, “Psycho.”

She’s right.

About an hour later, she snapped me a tongue out selfie with the caption, “Your boyfriend says hiiiiiiiii!” Which I assumed meant they were chatting on Facebook again. So annoying and so bitchy.

Brady went straight to the gym after work and I didn’t even want him to come home. When he finally did, I was already in bed and sleeping and shooed him away when he tried to cuddle me.

On Friday afternoon, Monica and I were in the copy room together. Even though she’d seemed mad at me for a while, I was still super friendly and nice and asked how her work was going. She started opening up and explaining some of her projects to me.

There was a lull in our conversation and I grabbed my papers preparing to leave then Monica said, “Scott thinks you hate it here.”

I turned back to her. “What?”

“He thinks you’re really unhappy. He asked me what I thought the other day.”

“And what did you say?”

Monica shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t tell if you’re moody or just like, super serious now.”

“I’m not moody,” I scoffed. “I think everyone else is super serious so I kind of have to be too.”

She gave me a sympathetic smile. “The big guys are just freaking out about the numbers. I’m sure it’ll get better.”

I don’t know why, but it really bothered me. Why was Scott talking to Monica about me? If he feels that I’m unhappy, shouldn’t he talk to me about it? Isn’t that how you retain employees? You can’t just assume someone is unhappy and then not try to do anything about it.

I was still upset by the time I got home. I pulled out my laptop and started replying to emails in the living room then Brady arrived home soon after. I was still annoyed at him about messaging Brittany and my day at work didn’t help.

Brady stopped in the living room and said hello then went to put his stuff down. When he came back, he had Tucker and a bag of pretzels in his arms.

“How was your day?” he asked, sitting down next to me.

“Stupid,” I mumbled, not looking up at him.

“Why? What happened?”

“It was literally so stupid, I can’t even explain it. I’m probably not going back.”

Brady didn’t say anything, but I could feel him staring at me. His phone was sitting on the coffee table next to me and it lit up, alerting him that he had a new text message. Instinctively I looked over to see who it was. Hailey. I threw a fit.

“Seriously?” I exclaimed. “Why are you still texting her? Do you really have such low self esteem that you need a college student to stroke your ego?”

Brady’s brow furrowed and he started to say something, but I cut him off.

“And messaging one of my closest friends, you are so slimy.”

“Your friend messaged me – about you! You should know that because you read it! Here, take my phone and read all my messages. You can have all my passwords so you can control everything because that’s clearly what you want! You can have it! I don’t fucking care!” Brady stood up and slammed his phone on the coffee table. “Hailey is texting me because one of my patients died. I don’t need her to stroke my ego, I don’t fucking care about her! God!”

Brady stormed off, leaving his phone. I guess he really was serious. I didn’t appreciate him screaming at me so I sat there pouting and refusing to follow him. His phone lit up a few more times: emails, ESPN, etc. Nothing/no one important. Eventually I called Tucker to go out for his final walk then we got in bed with Brady.

The next morning, I completely forgot about our fight and woke up looking for my boo. He wasn’t in bed so I got up and found him in the dining room. He was shirtless and wearing glasses, while working on his laptop.

“Wanna go get food?” I asked.

Brady was resting his chin in his hand and he didn’t look up or move as he said, “I don’t want to talk to you.”

Jeez. I spun on my heel and walked out, unsure of what to do. I showered and got dressed then sat on the bed. Kendra was having brunch with John and John’s sister and husband so I couldn’t call her to complain. Carly wasn’t exactly the best person to call since I haven’t spoken to her about anything other than wedding stuff for weeks. So I finally called Preston.

“Hey, my love,” he answered.

“I miss you. Let’s hang out,” I said.

“I wish I could, doll. I’m working right now.”

At that moment, Brady walked in. He glanced in my direction, but made a beeline for the bathroom.

“Let’s go out tonight though. My friend is having a party in Wicker,” Preston continued.

“I’m always down for Wicker Dicker,” I said, loud enough for Brady to hear.

After I got off the phone with Preston, I went shopping to find something to wear that evening. I wasn’t even in the mood to shop so I ended up putting on an oversized plaid shirt and super tight ripped up jeans that I had at home. I met Preston at his studio then we Ubered to the party.

It was just getting started when we arrived. The host was a burley looking guy who Preston informed me was a drug dealer. After being introduced to the host, the roommate came and introduced himself to me and Preston. His name was Tony. The first thing he said after introductions was, “That’s a god-awful name.”

Preston and I looked at each other then Tony said, “I’m sorry. I’m rolling.”

I didn’t understand what he meant by that until Preston said, “And you didn’t share?”

“I didn’t know anyone else would be interested,” Tony said.

Preston assured Tony that he was interested and Tony told him they could exchange the molly out on the balcony.

They began to walk away and Preston said, “Reese, are you coming?”

I shook my head. “No. I’ll wait for you here.”

I feel like they were gone forever, but maybe it was just because I was stuck talking to the drug dealer host guy who had nothing important to say.

Preston finally came back and he’d taken off all his top layers and was just wearing a thin tank top and his shorts.

“Reese, babe,” he sang. “We’re going dancing. [He started twerking]. Are you coming?”

It was only like 11:30 at this point so I figured why not. We walked with Tony and another one of the roommates to a club not far from their apartment. Preston was over the top flirting with Tony which I found entertaining because Tony was too out of his mind to even notice. Someone ordered shots of whiskey and we all danced and talked.

About an hour and a half later, I grabbed Preston’s arm and said, “Let’s go, I’m tired.”

Preston shrugged away from me. “You can go! I’m having fun!”

Even though I know Preston is capable of taking care of himself, I didn’t want to leave him with these two men neither of us really knew. So I stayed even though I was literally yawning and sitting on a bench. Preston was dancing in front of me and firing off questions at Tony, who was sitting next to me.

Eventually someone got the idea to go find food, which I was obviously down with so we walked to a nearby taco spot. I ordered a huge meal consisting of three beef tacos, a cheese quesadilla, rice and beans. It was fucking disgusting. I took one bite and vowed to never stray away from my diet again.

Finally, after we’d finished eating, it was 2:30 AM and Tony said he was going home.

“What’s your number? We have to do this again!” Preston said eagerly and shoved his phone in Tony’s face.

After they exchanged numbers, Tony said, “It was nice meeting you, Reese,” and hugged me.

Then he turned to Preston and shook Preston’s hand. Preston looked wounded.

Tony started walking home and Preston flagged down a cab.

“Bye, love! Let me know when you get home!” Preston said, kissing me on the cheek before running to get in his cab.

When I got home, Brady and Tucker were laying on the living room couch with all the lights off and the tv on. I walked in and sat at the end of the couch and Brady watched me. We just stared at each other for a moment. I called Tucker over to me and he bounded over.

“Your daddy’s mean,” I said to Tucker in a baby voice.

“Your mommy is too,” Brady said back in a normal voice.

I looked up at him and I started bawling. Because of course. I picked Tucker up and went to our room to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up and immediately called my mom to wish her a happy Mother’s Day. She had plans to go to dinner with my grandparents that night which made me happy that at least she wasn’t alone.

Brady wasn’t in bed so I got up to go find him. We hadn’t talked about anything and I wanted things to go back to normal. There was a light pink card standing on the nightstand. I picked it up and discovered that it was a Mother’s Day card signed from Brady and Tucker. Cried.

So things are fine now. We apologized and we are obsessed with each other again. Thank goodness. Having Brady give me the cold shoulder for a day and a half was not fun. Still waiting on that Facebook password though.

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126 thoughts on “your daddy is mean.

  1. Ashley H. says:

    Reese-

    Don’t listen to the bitches that are so obviously jealous of what you’re able to buy. Those people are the kinds of people who can’t find anything to be happy about. So instead of trying to fix themselves, they want to tear you down. They are always going to find something negative to bitch about in your posts. So, Fuck them! I personally love when you link to items that you have purchased. I love to see stuff that I can’t personally buy, but still like to dream about. You keep doin you, girl, and fuck the haters!

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