So I went through Brady’s phone and read his messages with Tia. In my defense though, he was sitting right there and said I could look through his phone.
Anyway, I fucking hate her. Apparently she has a sugar daddy who pays all her bills and gives her a ton of spending money to live on (like $3,500 a month). That’s more than some people make working at a job. She and Brady were texting about it and he said, “You must be doing something amazing to make a man spend money on you like that.”
And she said, “Well I am Asian after all. ;-)”
Like ew. I know what she means by that. I never thought she had class before, but I definitely know she doesn’t now. Since we were on the subject of Tia anyway, I asked Brady if he was attracted to her. Because those are the things I want to know (to make myself miserable obviously).
“I think she’s pretty, but attracted to her? No,” Brady answered.
“Liar. You’d pay all her bills too if you were given the opportunity,” I said. “Have you hooked up with her before?”
He almost like flinched. Like the question was so offensive and revolting. “No! Why would you ask that?”
“Because I feel like I have to,” I said.
“Of course not. Jeez. No,” he scoffed.
I kind of enjoyed Brady being so offended. But then I pestered him a little bit about his relationship with her. And he told me that once they were out with their friends, drunk of course, and they hugged. But when they pulled away, they didn’t exactly pull away and she kept her arms around his neck and he kept his hands around her waist. Why would he tell me that?
“Show me,” I demanded.
And then Brady stood up and demonstrated the position they were in, putting my hands in the position Tia’s were in. I thought he’d laugh and tell me to stop being ridiculous, that it wasn’t that big of a deal, etc, but he did it with a straight and serious face. So we were standing there like we were slow dancing at prom.
“Inappropriate,” I declared.
He shrugged and then nodded. “Yeah.”
I couldn’t even bring myself to fight with him about it, but it just solidified my hatred for her. Plus, obviously they aren’t speaking or hanging out like they used to, so I was just thinking, “Well, at least she’s out of the picture now.” And get this – she texted Brady earlier this week, seeing if he wanted Lolla tickets because she had a friend selling some. He didn’t respond and she said something like, “I get that your girlfriend hates me, but I don’t want that to get in the way of our friendship. You should be able to hang out with whoever you want to hang out with no matter what situation is going on.”
She’s obviously smoking crack again. Who is she to tell Brady who he should be allowed to hang out with? And she hasn’t even acknowledged the fact that one. she stole my bracelet and two. Brady screamed at her and made her feel like shit about it. What a true sociopath.
Brady’s mom called my mom and apparently they had a pretty long conversation. It was weird to me that Brady’s mom was so adamant about talking to my mom. What did she need to talk to my mom about that she couldn’t talk to me about? Apparently, she wanted to voice her concerns.
1. Brady and I haven’t known each other long. Did we even know each other well enough to get married?
2. I’ve switched jobs a lot. Is my career stable?
3. Am I emotionally stable? (Rude)
4. Did I plan on contributing financially since moving in with Brady? (He purchased the home for himself and himself only).
But she did say that they have a family jeweler who would be able to custom make any ring I wanted. Why would she say that if she has all these concerns about everything? She also said, “I like Reese, I do. If Brady likes her, then I do.” Which seems like such a back handed, passive aggressive thing to say. And also, “We may not have anything in common besides our children, but if this actually happens, then I want all of us to spend more time together.” Which made my mom to say she’s uptight and pretentious.
My mom has always thought I was being a baby when I told her about Brady’s mom, but she finally saw it for herself. In the end, my mom said, “If you and Brady want to get married, you know you have my full support. If you try to wait until you have that woman’s approval, you’ll never be married.” My mom may be crazy, but she’s so sweet and supportive of literally anything I do. I wish everyone could experience a mother like that.
I hung out with my new 22 year old friend, Ava, last week. She’s just so perfect. Her skin is bomb, her hair is bomb and her eyes are bomb. And of course, she’s tiny and athletic and if I didn’t love her, I would hate her.
We talked about being crazy girlfriends. She has a long term boyfriend who she moved to Chicago to be with. They were long distance for a while and had a lot of trust issues. So we exchanged stories and it made me not feel as bad about trying to use Brady’s thumb while he was sleeping to get into his phone, sending Jessica that Facebook message, and physically fighting Devin once a week while we were in college. But I must admit, I got some good ideas from her.
“Why are we like this?” I asked.
“Guys make us like this,” she replied and she’s right. We’ll blame it all on the guys.
Speaking of crazy, I really wanted access to Brady’s email so I thought I’d try to guess his password. And I guessed it on the first try – with the capitalization and numbers and everything. It annoyed me because he makes it easy to snoop. I texted him telling him that he needs to think of a more creative password for his stuff.
Anna emails him a lot. She asks him to read things she writes and give her feedback. Or she sends him articles about current events and stuff and then they have full conversations through email about it. Brady and I rarely talk about that kind of stuff (I’m just not interested), but maybe we should. He probably thinks I’m so stupid and uninformed. Brady didn’t reply to my text, but yelled at me about it when he got home. I gave him my Tucker pouty eyes and he calmed down.
He sighed and said, “I respect your privacy so I’d appreciate it if you do the same.”
That made me feel kind of bad, but not really. This is twisted, but I kind of wish Brady would be more interested in who I’m talking to and stuff. Clearly he trusts me and I’m glad for that, but doesn’t he at least think guys are making passes at me? Isn’t he concerned? I know I’m insecure for thinking that, but I can’t help it.
Speaking of which, Scott has been being really nice to me lately. I guess all the sucking up paid off. Every morning he’s been stopping by my office to check in and a couple of times he’s brought me a latte or a green tea. And since I’m being nicer and he’s being nicer, he’s included me in a lot more things. For example, he had a meeting with Mike last week and he let me help him prepare and told me all the things Mike would be looking for (but never outright said he’d be looking for them cuz this is Mike we are talking about). And, no one is supposed to know this yet, but Mike is most likely coming back to Chicago next month for good. Scott thinks he’s having marriage problems. This was a good way to get into talking about Scott’s marriage.
“How’s your wife? I feel like I haven’t seen her in a while,” I said. I’ve only met Scott’s wife once so this was kind of crazy thing to say. Obviously I was fishing for information.
I don’t know if he picked up on it, but Scott didn’t make eye contact with me. “She’s okay. She just started a new job so she’s been really busy. You’ll see more of her soon, I’m sure.”
But the next night, I was working from home and texted Scott asking a question. He sent four back to back messages answering my question and correcting himself and then apologizing.
“Sorry, I’m out with some buddies. I hope that made sense,” he said.
“It did, thank you. I hope you have fun,” I said back.
“Why don’t you meet up with us? I know it’s a bit ugly out, but I owe you a drink for all of your hard work this week.”
“I wish I could, but I promised my boyfriend I’d bake cookies tonight.” I was lying, but I did have plans of baking a batch of lemon cookies. Plus, I wanted to remind him of Brady.
“Too bad. We’ve gotta plan another evening out soon. I could care less of Monica or the others come though. :-)”
I didn’t know what he meant by this, but I could take a guess. I didn’t want to feed into it so I just said, “Okay. :-)”
And then Scott started talking about how he enjoys my company and thinks we work really well together.
Eventually I stopped responding and the following Monday at work, we hung out and didn’t mention any of it. He just wouldn’t let me leave his sight. Every time I’d try to go back to my office, he would stop me and tell me more things he needed help with. And if I did make it back to my own office, he would show up with his laptop so he could work alongside me. For lunch, I told him that I was going to step out and grab something to eat and he wanted to know where I was going and would I be able to pick up a sandwich for him?
Luckily, he’s been traveling the rest of this week so I haven’t had to deal with him, but he’s been texting me constantly. And even sending me pictures of his hotel room and stuff he’s doing. Why are you so obsessed with me? I think he means well though and I can’t be annoyed. At least he isn’t telling me how much I suck or anything.
*This is my 200th post! Thank y’all so much for reading and being supportive these past two years! It’s been a crazy and fun emotional roller coaster and I don’t plan on quitting until y’all ask me to! My life seems a lot less dramatic than it was two years ago – crazy how much things can change. I’m extremely happy now and I hope everyone else is too. Love y’all!!!*