So after Brady and I made up, he started ignoring me again. At first I didn’t think it was deliberate – he’d stay at work late and not get home until I was sleeping then leave for work before I even woke up. One night I decided to stay up and confront him. I sat on the living room couch for about an hour waiting for him to get home and then I finally heard the front door open. I stood up at the entrance of the living room anticipating his arrival.
And then Brady appeared. He glanced at me, gave me a polite smile and then kept on walking. If I had any doubt that he was ignoring me, that gave me my answer. I didn’t know what to do. I sat back down on the couch and waited until I heard him get in the shower and then I went to bed.
The next few nights, similar things happened. I started to just avoid him all together, making sure to be in bed with Tucker by 9:30 so I could miss Brady.
On Friday after work, I did some light shopping. While I was out trying on shoes, I decided I was going to just talk to Brady. We were being ridiculous and it was all stupid. I texted him, “Are you home?” and he didn’t immediately respond. I grabbed my bags and headed home.
When I walked in, Brady was sitting on the couch next to a girl. She was pretty. Asian with Kylie Jenner lips and a messy bun on top of her head. She saw me and smiled then turned to Brady excitedly like she had gossip to share with him. Brady just stared at me and bit his lip. I stood there stupidly for a minute, not exactly sure what to do. Like, do I introduce myself? Who the hell was that? Was that why he was suddenly never home?
Finally, when I felt like I was going to cry, I walked away. I went to the bedroom and dropped my bags then paced for a few seconds. Brady walked in after me and I stopped. We stared at each other.
“Brady, do you want another drink?” the girl called.
“Hey,” Brady said to me, ignoring the Kylie wannabe in the kitchen. “We’re going out. Do you want to come?”
“No,” I scoffed because the question was stupid.
“Okay,” Brady said and just continued standing there.
“Yeah, so have fun,” I said.
He nodded and walked out.
After he left, I threw a silent fit. I cried for approximately one minute before deciding that it was my own fault for being a standoffish bitch. I pulled myself together and decided to shower and get ready to enjoy the night on my own.
I got out of the shower and put on a cute romper because I was meeting Preston and his friends in Boystown. In the middle of curling my hair, I heard Lindsey come into the bedroom.
“Reese!” she called and I walked out of the bathroom to meet her. “You look so cute! Ugh, you always have the cutest outfits.”
She hugged me and said, “Brady said you weren’t coming out!”
“I’m hanging out with my gay best friend in Boystown,” I explained.
Lindsey pouted. “Well, if you get bored, meet up with us!”
I told her I would. Once I was fully dressed and ready to go I decided to go prance around the house because I looked good and I wanted Kylie Lips to see me. She’d been wearing a plain t-shirt dress and flat sandals.
All of Brady’s other friends greeted me happily and I made sure he was seeing how popular I am amongst his circle. It didn’t seem like Brady told anyone, even Lindsey, that we were having relationship issues. Which I guess I wouldn’t expect him to. I paid special attention to how Brady and the girl, whose name I gathered was Tia, interacted, but there was nothing really to see. I didn’t like how she was waltzing around the kitchen and making drinks like she owned the place though. Definitely wasn’t her first time over.
Someone suggested we all take shots so we did then I called my Uber to pick me up. On my way out, Brady followed me and said, “Hey,” really quietly almost like he didn’t even want me to hear him.
I turned to him.
“I hope you have fun,” he said. And then he stuck his hands in his pockets awkwardly. “Um, do you want to take my card?”
Did I look that poor?
“No,” I said like it was the most ridiculous question ever because it kind of was.
“My driver is here. See you later,” I said and left.
I really didn’t want to go and I probably should have stayed home. I sat in the booth and drank margaritas while Preston and his friends danced. Pretty early on, I decided to call it a night and Preston pouted a ton before allowing me to leave. It was a partying night so I couldn’t exactly explain to him what was going on and why I wasn’t even in the mood.
I got home and was secretly afraid I was going to find Brady and Tia in bed together. But thank God I didn’t. I grabbed a bag of Doritos and got in bed.
I didn’t hear Brady come home on Friday night and I woke up pissed about it. I got up and stomped to the kitchen to start making breakfast, being extra loud with the pots and pans because Brady wasn’t home and I was upset. I called Tucker to go outside and on the way to the door, I saw Brady passed out on the living room couch in his clothes from the night before. Oops.
A few hours later, I was cleaning the bedroom and I heard Brady finally wake up. He showered in the main bathroom and I knew he’d have to come to the bedroom to get dressed. So I got the hell out of there. I went down to the basement and worked on abs for a little while.
That night I went to a bar with Lexi and our friend Alyssa. I was exhausted from my day of avoiding Brady and I needed to drink. We sat at the bar checking all the preppy guys, but none of them even came over to talk to us. Rude. I didn’t care though, I was just there to drink.
I had brunch with Kendra and John on Sunday. They demanded to know where Brady was and I informed them that he was out jogging with Lindsey which was true. They’d decided to go on a ten mile run to ease into the summer which was just so sickening. Obviously I declined their invitation to tag along.
On Monday, Memorial Day, I went to a cookout party with Lexi and Alyssa. It was at a mansion out in the suburbs, had a professional bartender and vegetarian food options. My kind of party. Lexi ended up meeting a guy there. He is a bit older than us, divorced, but no children, and works as an anesthesiologist. Such a good catch for Lexi!
Alyssa noticed that I was being quiet (i. e. not myself) and asked what was wrong.
“Nothing. I’m just hungry still,” I said. Which was partly true. Everyone was eating burgers and they looked delicious, but it was so against my diet.
Eventually, I just caved and grabbed a burger, piling it high with mustard, ketchup, pickles and everything else on the condiment table. After the week I had, I thought it would cheer me up.
When I got home later that evening, Brady wasn’t home, but I’d seen on Snapchat that he and Lindsey were at a party. I showered and got in bed without even putting on clothes.
I’m not sure how long I’d been sleeping when I heard Brady come home. I rolled over and pulled the blanket over my head, trying to ignore him so I could go back to sleep. I was dozing off again when I heard Brady walk in and felt him get in bed next to me. What the hell?
At first, I was just going to ignore him. But then he spooned me and started kissing my neck and shoulders. I kind of tried to inch away, but honestly, I didn’t try that hard. I let him kiss me and fondle me a little but before I turned to face him. It was dark, but from the little light coming from the window I could see his cute face.
I didn’t say anything though and neither did he. We began kissing and taking his clothes off and eventually he ended up on top of me.
Brady hovered over me and I could feel his hard penis, but he didn’t put it in. Okay… He was just staring at me, like he was waiting for me to say something or do something.
“What?” I finally said in a bitchy voice.
“Nothing,” Brady said and then he entered me. A few seconds later, he asked, “How was your day?”
Talk about being socially awkward.
“Fine,” I said back
And then he stopped trying to have small talk. Once we were done, Brady snuggled next to me. I was so annoyed at myself for having sex with him and at him for initiating it. Obviously I wasn’t going to say no. I pushed him off and pouted.
“Hey, Reese?” Brady said.
“Hmm?” I said back, still very annoyed.
“I love you. I don’t think we should fight anymore.”
Great! All of our problems were suddenly solved! I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not fighting with you,” I said.
“Well, you’re acting like it.”
“No, you’re acting like it! You have been purposely avoiding coming home and you don’t ever text me like you used to. And then you have some bimbo over for drinks. Don’t blame this on me.”
“I’m sorry,” was all he said, but offered no explanation and didn’t deny any of it.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and we fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and I don’t know what came over me, but I woke Brady up with a blowjob. What did he do to deserve that? We hooked up again and then went back to sleep.
The next morning, Brady was gone by the time I woke up. Ugh. He could have at least said goodbye. I decided to work from home and didn’t leave the house. I don’t know why, but I expected Brady to text me since I’d called him out on it, but he didn’t. And I wasn’t about to text him first.
Kendra invited me over for dinner after work and I was excited to leave the house. She made a vegetarian Caribbean dish because she respects my diet.
“So what’s new? How’s Brady?” she asked.
“Nothing. Fine,” I said back.
“You aren’t still giving him a hard time, are you?” John asked.
I can’t stand John.
“No and I never was. Maybe hear both sides of the story before forming your opinion,” I said.
“Whoa, whoa,” John said, looking at Kendra and back to me. “I’m kidding.”
I glared at him.
“I feel bad for Brady,” Kendra said. “He’s just so sweet. How can you be mean to him? He doesn’t mean any harm.”
“I’m not being mean to him!” I exclaimed.
Kendra and John looked at each other.
“The food is good,” I said to change the subject.
Neither of them said anything.
A little bit later, Kendra said, “So Reese, I have something to tell you.”
“Okay. What? You’re pregnant?”
I was just kidding, but Kendra nodded.
“I just found out! Like literally this morning,” she said.
“Oh my God,” I said.
“I missed my period and decided to take a test. I’m probably 6 weeks now,” she continued.
I looked at John and he was gazing at her proudly. I just blinked at them. I felt tears forming and I don’t even know why.
“Wow, I’m happy for you,” I said numbly. “You’re going to be such a great mother.”
Kendra nodded happily and I started crying right there at the dinner table.
“Reese?” Kendra called.
“No, I’m fine. I’m really happy,” I said and honestly, it was true. Kendra is the most nurturing and disciplined person I know. Any kid would be lucky to have her as a mom.
I got up and hugged her and finally John got the hint to go away. He’s so annoying and I’m annoyed that she told me in front of him. It should’ve been a private moment for us.
On Wednesday, we had a training and some meetings for work so I got off early, around 2 PM. I went to the grocery store and ran some errands then went home.
I sat on the couch watching tv for like three hours straight. It was such a wasteful afternoon. I started on dinner then sat back down on the couch. I heard Brady walk in and I was actually pretty excited to see him. It sounded like he was talking to someone though so I jumped up to see if he was with Tia. When he walked past me I realized that he was on the phone and it didn’t sound like he was talking to his mom. He sounded relaxed and happy, not super formal and uptight. Brady gave me a small wave before walking to the bedroom.
I wanted to die.
I ate my dinner and alone and texted Brady that there was dinner if he was hungry. He didn’t text me back.
On Thursday, I almost quit my job. I got to the office really early to work on some sales figures to send out. I sent it to Mike and Scott and within minutes, Scott replied:
You did this wrong. And we are in fiscal month June now. Please double and triple check anything you send to Mike and let me look over it first so we aren’t wasting his time with incorrect information. Thanks.”
I wanted to cry because I was so frustrated. I literally only did what I was taught. I debated replying to his email, but decided I was too heated and couldn’t guarantee that it would be polite.
When I saw Scott later that morning, he cornered me asking if I got his email.
“Yes, I did. I did the sales figures the way you taught me,” I said.
“It looks like you need another tutorial then. Are you free this afternoon?” he said.
So my afternoon tutorial was Scott teaching me things I already knew. At first I just pretended it was fine then finally I said, “Yes, I already know this.” It was a complete waste of time. When I got back to my office, I drafted half of my resignation letter before realizing that I was being super dramatic. Instead, I decided to finally write a letter to Brady. A lot of y’all suggested I do it and I thought it would be a great way to get all my feelings out.
I had so much to say. And to my surprise, it wasn’t passive aggressive or condescending at all. It was genuinely heartfelt and sweet. I copy and pasted it into the body of an email and saved it as a draft to send while I was in LA.
My mom and I were complaining about needing a vacation and I mentioned that I was considering going to LA and she invited herself. I figured a mother/daughter trip might be okay. At the very least, we could use the time to complain about our men.
I didn’t go to see Devin. I realized that I was so angry with Brady for ignoring me that I was desperate enough to want to use Devin as revenge. But honestly, my past two flashback posts reminded me why I hate him so much and why I would never go down that road again. I can’t believe I even entertained the idea. How disgusting. I’m sorry. Apparently he’s been spending all his time with some rich woman so I haven’t heard from him. And we aren’t mentioning him on the blog anymore.
Anyway, I sent the email to Brady right before my flight took off. My mom and I ordered mojitos and discussed our plans for LA (shopping, laying by the pool, drinking). When we landed, I eagerly turned my phone off airplane mode to see if Brady replied to my email. He didn’t.
We checked into our hotel and immediately changed into our bathing suits and headed down to the pool. My mom doused herself in SPF, but I laid out for two hours bare because I wanted to be a bronze goddess.
The night we got dressed up to get dinner and drinks in Hollywood. I hate LA by the way. No way I could ever live there or even visit more often than once every five years. It’s just so stupid and pretentious. My mom loves it. She would totally move there in a heartbeat.
When I woke up on Saturday morning, I had a text from Brady. I was so nervous to open it. I couldn’t even remember the last time he had texted me.
It said, “I miss you.”
And I didn’t know what to say. The only logical response was, “Miss you too.”
He said, “When do you get back? Can I pick you up from the airport?”
So I told him and said if he wanted to, I gave him permission to pick me up. We texted a little bit throughout the day, just talking about what we were doing. He didn’t mention the email and neither did I.
My mom and I did some shopping and had a more intimate dinner at a new vegan sushi restaurant. I’d told her all about me and Brady’s issues and filled her in on the latest. I felt a little bad about rambling on about my relationship drama when she had drama of her own, but she’d made it clear that she didn’t want to talk about my dad.
Later on, it was really late, my mom and I were still out and I was texting Brady again. He told me that he’d had dinner with a girl named Elizabeth, who I don’t know. I ran to a corner of the bar and sat down so I could get to the bottom of it.
“Who is she? How do you know her?” I asked.
“She has a boyfriend. Don’t worry,” Brady replied.
What the hell? I was drunk and confused and sent him back a ton of angry emojis.
“Did she pay for herself?” I asked.
“No, I paid.”
“SO IT WAS A DATE.”
Brady didn’t immediately reply and I said, “How can you say you miss me when you’re taking girls on dates and being a home wrecker?”
Brady called me and I answered, but it was so loud in the bar that I couldn’t hear a word he said. We hung up and he texted me explaining that it wasn’t a date even though they went to dinner together alone on a Saturday night and he paid for everything. He said he wasn’t interested in her at all, she has a serious boyfriend that knew about the non-date and that I was overreacting. I got up and went to find my mom to continue drinking.
When we got back to the hotel it was after 2:00 AM and we were exhausted. I got in bed and checked my phone one last time. Brady had texted me, “You’re the only person I want, Reese.”
I felt like shit when I woke up on Sunday morning and my flight left at 9:00 AM LA time. I woke up late and had to rush to the airport. My mom was staying for another day so she stayed at the hotel and got ready for the day.
Luckily, I was able to sleep off my hangover (and the McDonald’s breakfast helped) so I felt a little better by the time we landed. I had to wait a few minutes for Brady to get me, but when he pulled up, I can’t even lie, I was super excited and kind of nervous to see him. He hopped out and helped me put my bag in the trunk and then he kind of awkwardly kissed my cheek. Literally love him.
There was a pink box of donuts sitting on the passenger seat. And he knows the way to my heart. I finished an entire chocolate iced with sprinkles before speaking.
“How was your weekend?” I asked.
“I missed you,” Brady said.
“Does that mean you aren’t going to ignore me this week?”
“Are you going to ignore me?” he asked.
I gasped. “I never ignored you!”
Brady glanced at me. “You didn’t?”
“Uh, no. I’ve been waiting for you to get over whatever issues you have and talk to me.”
“I have, too.”
“Well, I’m over it.”
“I am too.”
We didn’t say anything for the rest of the ride, but when we got home he started excitedly telling me about a high end juicer he ordered. So back to normal things.
I napped and when I woke up, Brady was gone and hadn’t texted me letting me know where he was going. Out with Tia? We hadn’t talked as much as I wanted (we hadn’t even discussed Kendra’s pregnancy!) and certainly hadn’t talked about my email.
I texted him, “Where are you?” and he said, “Out.”
Like fuck you. Don’t say you want to make up then be a dick. I didn’t say that though and just sat around waiting for him to get home.
When Brady finally got home, he had picked up dinner and ice cream, but he was on the phone again. He’s being so weird. But like, not hiding that he’s weird. I hate it.
We sat on the living room couch and I finally asked, “Did you get my email?”
And Brady nodded. “Yes. It was very thoughtful.”
“Ugh! Why didn’t you respond?” I asked.
“I will. Just give me some time.”
I rolled my eyes. What does that even mean? We finished our food, ate way too much ice cream, hooked up then we worked for a little while.
When we got in bed, I told him about Kendra being pregnant.
Brady said, “I heard.”
And it was annoying that he knew and didn’t think to discuss it with me. Can you believe Kendra is pregnant? Like with an actual baby. Does she think she’s ready for that? I can’t imagine.
I’m gonna go. I didn’t go to work today and I planned on sleeping all day so I better go do that. I feel like I need it. I don’t know what to do. I want me and Brady to go back to way things were, but I don’t know how. We’ve apologized, but he’s still being weird and distant and taking taken girls on dates. Ugh. Life.
Here’s to a better week.