So Anna told Lindsey that I was rude to her and Lindsey told Brady. I know I wasn’t super nice or anything, but I don’t think I was rude and especially not rude enough for her to go telling people. So it really bothered me.

“Wait, do you think I was rude?” I asked Brady when he told me.

He shrugged, but then nodded.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why didn’t you say anything then if you thought I was rude? Or are you just saying that because she did?”

“I didn’t think about it. She doesn’t know you very well, like I do,” Brady said.

“So what? I was not rude to her,” I said and then I thought of something else. “What’s the deal with y’all anyway? Are you still into it?”

“Into what?” Brady wanted to know.

“Her!!”

He gave me a weird look. “No! What? Why would you ask that?”

“Because y’all were all over each other – she kissed you!”

“She did not kiss me!”

“And you wouldn’t stop talking at her and looking at her. In fact, I think you were rude,” I said.

Brady laughed. He’s so annoying. And honestly, I think Anna is annoying too for complaining about me. Like grow up.

Brady’s mom has emailed me a couple of times. One of them was the worksheets she promised which she sent to both me and Brady. The other one was another article in which she prefaced, “A must read.” Obviously I didn’t read it, but it was something about millennials and our generation. Not interested. She hasn’t called my mom either. I’ve been texting my mom every hour asking because I’m nervous about it.

I asked Brady if his mom gave Anna such a hard time. Brady didn’t look up and said, “She gives everyone a hard time.”

Which isn’t true because I asked Lindsey and she doesn’t have any issues with Brady’s mom. In fact, she loves her. She called her “nice” and “sweet.” We can’t have been talking about the same person.

I got in an argument with Carly’s brother, Kyle, last week. He’s such a dick. I left an expensive bracelet at his apartment last year – SO LONG AGO – and I never got around to going to get it. He sent me a picture of it and said, “You want this?”

And I said, “Oh my gosh, yes please! I kind of forgot about it.”

“My girlfriend almost got a new gift lol, what’s it worth to you?” he said.

I sent the eye rolling emoji back.

“I’m kidding. Do you want to swing by and pick it up?”

“Can you just mail it to me? I don’t have time to come to your place and I definitely have no business being there.”

“And I don’t have time to mail it to you.”

“Okay give it to your little 21 year old girlfriend then, you prick,” I said.

“She’s 22. Are you jealous? :-)”

And so I had to go on this tirade about how I’m not jealous and had no reason to be jealous because I have a hot boyfriend who loves me. Kyle said, “Whatever. Do you want this or not?”

And I said, “Keep it and give it to your girlfriend. I’m sure it’ll be the only gift she ever gets from you anyway.”

He didn’t respond.

So when I saw Carly on Friday, I said, “Your brother is such a dick.”

And she said, “You weren’t saying that when you were fucking him though.”

I didn’t know what to say. Carly has changed so much. She used to be the sweetest, happiest girl who was afraid to piss people off. I’m kind of proud of her actually, as long as she doesn’t get too crazy with me.

On Friday evening, I had dinner and drinks with Carly before she headed to the suburbs to visit her family. Chris wasn’t arriving until Saturday morning so girls night it was.

“You and Brady are so on and off. You’ll get engaged and then he will piss you off and you’ll call the wedding off,” Carly said.

“That’s rude,” I said.

“It’s true. I feel like you complain about him more than you praise him.” Carly rolled her eyes. “I’d love for you two to work out though.”

“It sounds like you have faith in us,” I replied.

“I just don’t know. Don’t get engaged just because I am.”

I laughed. “This has absolutely nothing to do with you!”

She was busy admiring her ring and looking at her phone and didn’t say anything.

“How is planning going?” I asked.

Carly locked her phone. “Good. It’s coming together. Have you found any shoes yet?”

And that started us into talking about her wedding, Chris, their place in Philly and took us back to me and Brady. I told her that we were kind of looking for a new place and she said, “Look in the suburbs. More bang for your buck.”

I scoffed. “No! Are you crazy? We are not suburban people.”

“I bet Brady would consider it. I’ll ask him when I see him.”

She was being so annoying. I was actually really glad when it was time for her to leave. When I got home, Lindsey was over again. Brady was in the kitchen making food and I went in and greeted him.

“Carly was being such a bitch,” I said after we hugged.

“What did she do?” Brady asked.

“Just saying that I want to get engaged because she’s engaged and other stuff. She thinks we should move to the suburbs and I had to explain to her that we aren’t suburban people. Right?”

He shrugged. “I’d be open to looking.”

“What the hell!” I exclaimed, swatting him and someone buzzed the buzzer. “I’ll get it.”

Lindsey beat me to buzzing them in, but I met whoever it was at the door when they rang the bell. I wasn’t sure who we were expecting, but I personally was not expecting Tia. She was with Brady’s friend, Ben, but she was standing right in the doorway, waiting to get in.

“Hey girl,” she greeted me.

“Hi,” I said back. I remembered Anna calling me rude and didn’t want anyone else to call me rude and have Brady questioning if he wanted to marry someone like that. So I added, “How are you?”

“Good. Brady is expecting us,” she said.

I opened the door wider to let them in. And then, Lindsey and Tia proceeded to be butt buddies all night. They were all over each other and I can’t even lie, I felt a little bit left out. Especially because Brady was hanging out with his guy friend so I was just sitting there fifth wheeling. Eventually I got bored and got in bed with a book.

A little while later, Brady came and found me and got on top of me.

“Why did you leave?” he whined. He smelled like alcohol.

“Because you’re with your friends and I have reading to catch up on,” I said, holding up the iPad.

“Reading my messages?” Brady smirked.

Very funny. He didn’t give me the chance to answer because he lifted up my shirt and started kissing my tummy. “Come back out,” he said. “I’m bored without you.”

So I went back out there and listened to them be loud and drunk and talk for a while until they all finally went home. At one point, Tia went to the bathroom and was gone for a little while, but I didn’t think anything of it. I figured the broad was probably sick from drinking, but as long as she cleaned up after herself, I wasn’t worried about it.

On Saturday, Brady and I woke up and went to the gym then got ready for lunch with Carly and Chris. I was not in any rush to see Carly again.

As soon as we sat down, Carly dug in her purse and slid the bracelet I left at Kyle’s to me.

“From Kyle,” she told me.

Seriously, Carly? I snatched it and put it in my bag then dared a peek at Brady. He was squinting at me through his glasses and quickly looked away when he saw me looking. I’d explain later.

Even with everything that happened, I was happy to see Carly and Chris being super affectionate and cute during lunch. Apparently she doesn’t think my relationship is going to make it, but I wouldn’t wish that on her.

That night, we went bar hopping like old times. I wore an off the shoulder top, One Teaspoon shorts and heels and looked way too cute for the bars we went to. And definitely way too cute for Taco Bell which we went to afterwards. It’s all I crave when I’m drunk though. We all went back to our place because Carly and Chris were crashing with us. Brady and I went to our room and I immediately jumped on my man.

The next morning, we met up with Kendra and John for brunch. Naturally, I got a little too crazy with the mimosas and dominated the entire conversation. I was being really annoying, but no one stopped me. Kendra, Carly and their men were doing something afterwards, but Brady decided to take me home.

Later on, we were getting ready to go to dinner and I realized that I couldn’t find my Cartier love bracelet Brady got me. I’ve lost it before, but I knew exactly where I left it, on the bathroom counter on my jewelry tray. I saw it on Friday evening before Brady’s friends came over. And you know who used the bathroom?

At first, I wasn’t going to confront Brady about it, but I couldn’t even stop myself.

“I think your stupid friend Tia stole my bracelet,” I told him.

“Your bracelet? The one Carly’s brother got you?” Brady said, not looking up.

“No, the one you got me. Kyle didn’t get me a bracelet! What the hell?” I said.

“What was that Carly gave you?” he asked.

“I left it at Kyle’s a long time ago and he just found it,” I explained.

Brady looked up at me, rolled his eyes, and looked back down.

“Anyway, I hate her. She’s not welcome back here and I want my fucking shit back,” I said.

“You don’t know that anyone stole it. You probably lost it,” he scoffed.

I glared at him. I let it go then, but that’s a pretty expensive bracelet. So I messaged her yesterday.

Brady and I went to dinner and talked about his parents a lot. His mom has been emailing him daily. I don’t remember her ever caring about him that much so it annoyed me. We are going to Florida next weekend and she was asking questions about when we are arriving and leaving. If this broad ruins our trip to Florida, I’m going to kill her. I’ve been sending him pictures of rings too. I have a whole file on my laptop. With how crazy his mom is being lately, we might get married sooner than we thought! Who knows! I want to be prepared.

So yeah, I found Tia through Lindsey’s Instagram. And I messaged her. I said, “I know you stole my bracelet. It was shitty. I’m expecting it back with an apology note and don’t think you’re ever allowed back at our place again.”

She replied, “You’re nuts.”

And then she told Brady because of course. Brady and I were sitting on the patio, eating and drinking, and his phone vibrated. Brady read the message then looked up at me, slowly.

“Reese, you messaged Tia?” he said, sounding pissed.

“Yes, I did! That bitch stole my bracelet and you weren’t going to do anything about it!” I said.

“I cannot believe you,” he mumbled.

“I hate her,” I said.

Brady was pissed at me for a little while, but he got over it because he knows I had no choice, but do that. And now, I won’t have to see Tia and her stupid big lips and tits and piercings again.

I have more Scott cheating drama. He was on vacation for about a week, but emailed me constantly with things he needed done. One day he emailed me with the code to his office and asked me to get a bag from there that a friend would be picking up. I did as I was told and waited for the friend. And do you know who his friend was? A lanky brunette in a tight pencil skirt and silky tank top! She was hot. Obviously I introduced myself and demanded to know who she was.

“I’m Megan! So nice to meet you!” she said.

“So how do you know Scott?” I asked.

“We’re good friends. Thank you for my stuff!”

So when Scott got back, I was all, “So Megan was nice.”

He didn’t make eye contact and just said, “Yes, she is. Did you make any progress with the North Carolina client?”

Evading questions and eye contact? Definitely his mistress.

Let’s see, what else? I’ve been browsing dogs online. I know it’s the last thing we need right now, but I’m addicted. I just want another one – a big one! Brady’s not on board yet, but he will just need some convincing.

How was everyone’s weekend?