Brady said I’m the most selfish person he’s ever met. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but I was. But it did inspire me to be better. No one wants to hear that, especially from the person who they are supposed to marry.

I told him that I think I should move out and we should just do our own thing for a while. And he said, “I don’t care what you do, Reese. You are going to do what you want regardless of what I think anyway. You’re the most selfish person I’ve ever met.”

But let me backtrack. We’d already had prior plans to go to Massachusetts for Brady’s dad’s party the weekend after the election. Luckily we were talking more and neither of us even mentioned canceling. On the flight there, Brady talked a lot about work and how stressful and exciting it’s been. It was nice that he was actually talking to me and telling me about his life because I can’t even remember the last time he did that. Usually it’s “hello” and “goodbye” and “I’m going to pick up dinner, do you want anything?”

Brady’s parents sent a car to pick us up from the Boston airport because they’d be arriving after us. So it was weird to be in Brady’s parents house without them. Like even quieter and spookier. And I was freaked out that his mom had hidden cameras everywhere and was watching us remotely for ammo to use against me later. I don’t know.

Brady found a bottle of whiskey and made Old Fashioneds.

“Hunter’s coming. He will be here tomorrow,” Brady said as he next to me at the island. “Last minute decision. Dom and the kids are staying home.”

I wrinkled my nose. “I’m surprised. He hates coming here more than you do.”

Brady shrugged. “I’m sure he just needs an escape.”

I had some snide remarks I wanted to say, but maturity. I nodded. “What time do you think your parents will get here?”

He said, “Probably soon.”

It was about 8:30 at that time so we sat at the island and had a couple more drinks for the next hour. We were happy and tipsy when we noticed lights pulling into the driveway.

“They’re here!” I squealed, as if that was anything to be excited about.

Brady stood up and started cleaning up our cups and the liquor and I stood up to greet the parents at the door.

Brady’s mom opened the door and looked startled to see me.

“Hi, welcome home,” I said and giggled.

She just scowled at me. Brady’s dad followed her in behind the driver who had their luggage.

“Hello! How are you?” the dad said, immediately pulling me into a hug. Such a nice guy.

Brady joined us in the foyer and his mom immediately began questioning him. I could tell Brady was drunk and annoyed because he began mumbling answers and rolling his eyes.

“I’m sure you’re tired. I’ll make you a cup of tea?” I said to Brady’s parents.

His mom raised her eyebrows at me and walked past us toward the kitchen. Guess not.

The four of us sat around the island for a little while talking. Brady’s mom mostly just asked Brady about work and nodded proudly at how well he’s doing. There was a short lull in the conversation and Brady’s dad cut in and said, “What’s new with you, Reese? Is work going okay?”

“Of course,” I said. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Things must be more than okay if you’ve stayed this long,” Brady’s mom said cutting her eyes toward me.

Little does she know that I’ve been low key browsing job boards just to see what’s out there.

I slept downstairs in my little dungeon room that night and for the first time, I didn’t sneak up to Brady’s room and he didn’t sneak down to me. So I read on my tablet until I fell asleep.

The next morning, Brady and I took one of the cars to Boston to pick Hunter up from the airport. On the way back, we stopped to get alcohol to get us through the day and night. Obviously we’d need it.

We all went to dinner in the city before the party that night. I could tell Brady’s mom disapproved of my midi bodycon dress, but I didn’t even care because I looked cute and she doesn’t matter anymore. It was Hunter’s turn to be on the hot seat as their parents grilled him about his work and Dom and the kids.

Eventually Hunter said, “Everything is fine. The wife is fine. The babies are fine. It’s cool. Chill.”

I smirked at him. Brady would literally never dismiss his mother like that, but I wish he would.

Also for the first time, Anna was not at the party. I asked Brady if she was going to be there when we walked in and he said, “Uh, I don’t know actually. I think she’s traveling this month.”

Ever since our little rendezvous, I noticed that Brady and Anna stopped talking as much. She still emailed him and stuff, but his responses were short if he even responded at all.

I looked out for her a little bit when we first got there, but forgot about her as we started drinking.

Brady announced that he needed to go to the restroom and I told him I’d go with him because I’m just annoying like that. It was a single stall and I touched up my makeup while Brady did his business. When he was finished, I confronted him about us being on a break.

“Honestly, I think breaks are stupid and I don’t believe in them. So either you want to break up or not,” I said.

He shrugged as he washed his hands.

And that’s when I brought up the whole moving out thing. I honestly did think it’s probably best that I move out, but I also just wanted to gauge his reaction. And that’s when he called me selfish.

“How am I selfish? What else am I supposed to do?” I exclaimed.

“I don’t care. Do whatever you want, Reese,” Brady said and then he walked out.

I stayed in the bathroom for a little while, texting Kendra. She was complaining about being pregnant and the baby and I felt ridiculous for being drunk and fighting with Brady. Like, will I ever grow up? So I didn’t mention it.

I went back out to the party and found Brady and Hunter. Brady didn’t even look at me.

“There you are, little lady. We’re headed to the bar,” Hunter said.

And I didn’t really have a choice, but go with them. What else was I supposed to do, stay at the party and hang out with Brady’s parents? No thank you.

We Ubered a couple miles away to a bar where Hunter knew the bouncers. Brady had to go to the bathroom again immediately and Hunter and I told him we would meet him at the bar and order him a drink.

“Your brother is so mean sometimes,” I told him.

Hunter’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? Why do you say that?”

I explained to him what happened in the bathroom and then backtracked and explained the situations with Scott and Christian.

“Look, Brady is sensitive as shit. You know that. He’ll relax soon,” Hunter said. “In fact, let’s get him a shot.”

Brady kind of just ignored me all night. Luckily Hunter was going out of his way to include me because he knew what Brady was doing. At one point, Brady went to the bar to get a beer and Hunter put his arm around my waist.

“Cheer up. He’s gonna come around,” he said. I could tell he was really drunk because his eyes were creepy and low. I pulled away from him.

And then later, Hunter said, “Hey, don’t be upset. Brady is being an idiot. You’re hot. He’s going to keep you around.”

Um, wtf. And Brady was standing right there next to us. What a fucked up thing to say. I thought Hunter was more mature than that (remember that conversation we had about Dom when I first met him?), but obviously boys will be boys.

It pissed me off though. Not that Hunter owes me anything. But like, dismissing my concerns about Brady because I’m hot? Ew.

Carly got married. I can’t roll my eyes hard enough. She was a huge bridezilla bitch the week before the wedding and it annoyed me. I wanted to be like, “You don’t even want to marry Chris, you just want a wedding.” But that’s mean.

Brady and I didn’t really talk or see each other much that week, but I’d been looking at apartments. I texted Hunter something like, “He still isn’t talking to me,” and Hunter sent back some confused face .gif.

We put on a pretty convincing show at the wedding, pretending nothing was wrong. Carly’s mom even mentioned us being next. But then at the reception all of us got really drunk. The four of us plus some of Brady and Chris’s friends were hanging out and I heard Chris say, “So Brady man, are you getting any pussy tonight?”

SERIOUSLY?

I was drunk and had a delayed reaction, but pushed Chris when I realized what he said. Brady laughed. And when I woke up on Sunday morning, I decided that I am for sure 100% moving out. And I was so distraught by what Chris said that I grabbed Preston and we ditched the party to go to Boystown.

So I’m moving into my place next weekend. I’m really, really sad about it, but I think it’ll be good for me. I couldn’t move this past weekend because I was in Houston, but now my dad is going to come help me on Friday.

It sucks. I feel like I wasted all that time with Brady and now I’m back to where I started. If we were mad at each other, it would feel different, but he’s being nice, cordial and even offered to help me get all my shit out (but he told my dad he would help which is worse). So now it really feels over.

I needed to get out of Chicago so I went home to Houston for Thanksgiving. I haven’t gone home in forever and it felt kind of nice to do the whole family thing. I decided to stay with my mom because she was so incredibly excited that I was coming and I figured she (we) could use the company.

And obviously, when I was in Houston I saw Christian. I’d had such an awful day on the Wednesday before that I drank until I passed out on the flight. I Ubered to my mom’s, changed into a dress and met Brittany at a restaurant opening.

She squealed and threw her arms around me. “You look so good! How are you?” I noticed her checking behind me (probably looking for Brady because I hadn’t told her anything) and then look back at me with a sympathetic smile.

We met up with Christian later at a club where his friend was DJing. Christian knows pretty much everyone in the music industry in Houston. He too pulled me into a hug, kissed my cheek and kept a hand on my lower back the whole night. So if Brittany hadn’t caught on by then, she definitely did now.

I went home fairly early, but Christian and I made plans to see each other the next morning – without Brittany. We went to breakfast and then back to his studio so he could work.

Christian sat down at his computer and said, “So tell me what’s up?” without even looking at me.

That kind of irritated me, but I wasn’t about to say anything and start drama so early on.

“Not a whole lot. I’m moving into my apartment next weekend so… you’ll be able to come visit me,” I said.

“Good. I’d like to do that,” Christian said, grabbing my knee, but not looking over at me. He noticed I didn’t say anything and finally looked at me. “I’d like to see more of you.”

I hung out with him for a couple hours while he worked and he showed me some of his work. Eventually we needed to go be with our respective families, but we made plans for dinner on Friday night. On my way out, Christian grabbed me and kissed me on my forehead which almost felt more intimate than my lips.

I spent Thanksgiving with my mom only because both sets of grandparents were on vacation and that’s really the only other family I have. My dad texted me telling me “Happy Thanksgiving,” but when I replied asking what was doing I never got an answer. And when I told my mom, she assured me that he was with his girlfriend.

“He doesn’t have a girlfriend, Mom,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Y’all aren’t even divorced.”

After spending the night with Christian on Friday and all day Saturday, I decided to go clubbing with Brittany on Saturday night. I was enjoying his company a little too much and I already knew I was going to be devastated having to go back to Chicago and be ignored by Brady. So I thought a blackout night was in store.

Brittany is talking to this older real estate investor who has like a ton of money. He had a table at the club and Brittany and I were taking advantage of the bottle service.

Do y’all remember my story about Trevor, the guy I hooked up with when we were in high school? I saw him out and I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited to run into someone. I was walking back from the bathroom and he recognized me first.

“Reese?” he asked in a really surprised voice.

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed and threw my arms around him. “What are you doing here?”

“What?” he shouted back.

“How are you?” I asked.

Trevor pointed to his ear indicating that he couldn’t hear me so I grabbed his arm and pulled him to the bathroom corridor where it was quieter.

“What’s up? How are you? It’s so good to see you,” I said.

“It’s good to see you, too. You look great.” Trevor gave me an appreciative nod after glancing over my body.

We stood there for probably 10-15 minutes talking about life (can’t even remember what), and eventually he said his friends were leaving soon so he needed to get going.

“Okay, well we will talk soon, okay?” I said. And then we both leaned in and kissed each other. This lasted a couple of seconds and then Trevor grabbed my shoulders and pulled away.

“I was going to kiss you on the cheek,” he laughed. “I have a girlfriend and she has spies everywhere.”

“I was going to kiss you on the cheek, too!” I lied and then shrugged. “Sorry.”

I headed back to our table and to my surprise, Christian had showed up. I hadn’t invited him or told him where I was. I still jumped in his lap nevertheless.

“Oh my gosh, missed you!” I said kissing him, just two minutes after kissing Trevor.

We made out there for a little bit and then Brittany called us for a picture. I knew it would absolutely end up on Facebook within seconds, but I didn’t care. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and smiled big for her.

We stayed until the bouncers were literally kicking people out and then I demanded to go get food. IHOP was the only thing open which I was okay with. Christian, Brittany, Brittany’s man and I grabbed a booth and ordered half the menu.

“So, are you going to go back to Chicago and forget about me?” Christian asked me.

I shook my head. “Of course not. I’m going to visit so much. Just watch.”

But on the plane ride home, I realized that I was probably just wasting both of our time. I hate going to Houston, especially with my parents fighting like this.

So I’ve been kind of short with him since getting back and making every excuse to why I can’t FaceTime (but Brady being in the other room is actually a pretty valid reason).

Speaking of Brady, he wants to keep custody of Tucker and give me visitation rights which I think is so unfair. I’m the only one who ever takes Tucker out for walks and buys him things, Brady just plays with him sometimes when he gets off work. He has no idea about Tucker’s routine and what he likes. Why does he think Tucker should stay with him?

I asked and Brady rolled his eyes impatiently. “You can see him whenever you want. You can even keep your key. I’m not going to take Tucker from you.”

And I will definitely take him up on the offer to keep my key.

I’m so depressed. I don’t know how to get over this. I know it’s going to take time, but now it hurts so much that I don’t see how I’m going to make it. I thought Christian would be a good distraction and he was, but now I’m back to reality and in Chicago and in the same house as Brady and Christian couldn’t be farther away. And now I’m even more depressed with the holidays coming up and Brady’s birthday. I’m just like really sad. And I’m having trouble remembering what I was like and I did before Brady. He’s been such a huge part of my life and I’m kind of hoping this isn’t the end. 

I have a confession. Do y’all remember that guy, Christian, who I met when I was back home in Houston? Well, we’ve been keeping in contact. And I don’t know, I kind of like him. I think with Brady, I love that he inspires me to be better, to do better and to think (he coached me through all of the election shit). But Christian inspires me to be myself. I don’t like him and like, want to be with him (I love Brady), but I guess I’ve been caught up in our own little world.

I don’t why I’m like this y’all. Maybe I’m just not the kind of person who is made for a monogamous relationship. I don’t know when and where to draw the line. I enjoy talking to people. I love making people obsessed with me. I feel like I need that to thrive.

And when Brady caught wind of what was going on with Christian, he suggested we take a break. It wasn’t even that he was mad or frustrated at me, he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I protested, but he insisted and then he pulled out his laptop and started working.

So that’s what got me thinking that maybe something is just wrong with me. And I don’t know how to handle a real life relationship. I sent Brady an email apologizing, asking for forgiveness and assuring him that I wouldn’t do it again. He didn’t reply and then I figured maybe I do need time to think.

The next couple days we didn’t see each other and literally just slept in the bed together because we had to. On Saturday morning, Kendra and John invited us to brunch and we made plans to go like nothing was wrong. On our way there, Brady got a text message and actually smiled at his phone when he read it. He’d gone to a Cubs game the night before with friends (I had no right to ask with who) and I suddenly started to think, maybe he wants this break because he found someone else.

You know that lump you get in your throat when you want to cry, but you can’t? I kind of felt like I was in control of the situation prior to that, like yeah Brady had called for a break, but he was still obsessed with me and hadn’t asked me to move out because our break would be over soon, right?

I was a total mute at brunch and Kendra picked up on it.

“Reese, are you okay? You always have so much to say,” she said.

They all looked at me and Brady even gave me a little smile.

“How rude. Yes I’m okay. I’m just thinking about what I’m going to wear to the bar later,” I said.

That night I went to a bar with Lexi and Scott texted me. He had a friend in town from England and was showing him around River North. And so we ended up at the same bar.

“So nice to finally get to see you outside the confines of that office,” he greeted me.

I rolled my eyes.

“Wait, Reese, your boss is actually hot,” Lexi whispered in my ear.

I probably used to think Scott was hot, but now that I know him not so much. And that accent just doesn’t have the same affect on me that it has on other women.

The four of us hung out at the bar and I noticed that a ring-less Scott and Lexi seemed to be hitting it off. I was having fun so I didn’t care. Until I glanced over and saw Scott standing behind Lexi with his arms wrapped around her waist. Wait, what? And suddenly it dawned on me: maybe Scott isn’t obsessed with me or in love with me. Maybe I was just the closest hot girl he could have an affair with. And since obviously I wasn’t biting, he’d moved on to Lexi. Ew.

“Well I’m gonna go,” I announced.

And to my surprise, Lexi and Scott just waved me off. I called my Uber and went home. I don’t even know what I was feeling. Jealousy? Why was I so grossed out?

When I got home Brady was home and we hooked up. And then after we finished Brady announced that he was going to shower and sleep downstairs. What the fuck? Even though we’d been on a break, we were continuing to sleep in the same bed and even cuddling some nights. So I definitely felt rejected or like he regretted hooking up with me.

After Brady left I saw that Scott had texted me a couple times.

“Hey, where did you go?” and “I need to see you.”

Needless to say I didn’t respond to that.

On Sunday night, Brady and I went to a bar together to watch the game. I don’t know if I just needed to tell someone or what, but I blabbed to him what happened with Scott and Lexi.

“Wait, you met up with your boss at the bar?” he clarified.

“I mean, yeah…” I said, suddenly regretting my story.

Brady gave me a weird look. “Oh.”

“But he’s moved on to Lexi. He’s not interested in me anymore, thank God.”

Brady took a sip of his beer and didn’t say anything. He’s the one who wanted a break so how can he be upset about me hanging out with other people? Especially because I caught him texting Jessica. Jessica. And asking her where she was watching Game 6.

So I have another confession. I stopped taking birth control. And I haven’t told Brady. As far as I know we are still on this stupid break, but we’ve had sex several times. And this sounds bad, but I feel like if I get pregnant then he will have to be with me and not Jessica or whoever else. I say that because he went out the following Tuesday to watch the game, didn’t invite me and came home at almost 3:00 am. And then he immediately got in the shower before even coming to say anything to me. And that led me to believe he must have hooked up with someone. Right? Probably Jessica? Just the thought makes me want to jump off a bridge.

I don’t know. Relationships are stupid and hard. I want nothing more than to be with Brady for eternity. I know y’all don’t believe that and at this point he probably doesn’t either, and I don’t know how to express that to him. Especially since my actions haven’t exactly showed it. I’m so bad at this! And this is why I’ll never get married or be happy. I know everything I’m doing now is super stupid, but I seriously don’t know what to do. The thought of not being with Brady physically hurts.

**If you voted for Trump, please don’t read my blog anymore.

***Update: for those who were asking about the baseball player I dated for a little bit. He may have played for the other Chicago team 🙂 and he is actually no longer on that team either. So no, he’s not a World Series champion now! 

Hey y’all. Sorry for being MIA. So much to catch you up on though.

So Mike started being really nice to me at work, including me in everything and constantly asking for my opinion. And he was just like, softer. One day after a meeting, both of us stayed in the conference room kind of debriefing. And then he was telling me about how he became the senior vice president. How he’d sold mattresses right out of college and hated it even though he was really good at it. He realized that he wanted to do more. He wanted to elevate the company because he knew the potential was there. And after being given an opportunity to go work corporate, he increased sales of the entire company by 25% in just six months.

“How did you do that?” I asked.

“I thought like a consumer. That’s why a lot of companies don’t turn a profit. They think about the business, not about who makes the business. And you think like a consumer. That’s why you’re so successful here,” Mike said.

I nodded. “I mean, I am the ultimate consumer myself.”

Mike laughed. I’ve only seen Mike laugh or even smile a handful of times and never because of something I said or did. That conversation changed something. That evening after work, Mike texted me, “Nice talking to you today, Reese. And keep up the good work.”

The next morning Mike emailed me and asked me to stop by his office as soon as I got in.

“I want to see an increase in engagement,” he said as soon as I stepped in. “It’s not enough to just send email blasts everyday. Everyone’s doing it and no cares.”

I nodded. “Okay. So what did you have in mind?”

“You tell me. You’re the ultimate consumer.” Mike looked up at me and he actually smiled. He was actually treating me like a normal person who existed.

I walked out of Mike’s office and ran right into Scott, who was on his way in.

“Hey,” he greeted me. “Did you have a meeting with Mike?”

“Briefly. I can fill you in if you want,” I replied.

And I meant I could fill him in later after he finished his own meeting with Mike, but Scott followed me to my office right then. I felt kind of bad because it honestly wasn’t that important, but Scott is always the one saying he needs to know every time I talk to Mike and what we talked about. And then Scott sat in my office and proceeded to give me ideas for how to increase engagement for an hour.

Eventually I said, “If Mike wanted you to do this then wouldn’t he have asked you?”

Scott laughed, but I was totally serious.

Later on in the week, Scott invited me to lunch (on him) so I agreed. We mostly talked about some of the projects we’ve been working on and general company gossip (not about people, but about numbers and competitors).

And then Scott said, “You know, Mike really likes you. He thinks you’re doing really well.”

“Good. Mike’s opinion is important to me,” I said.

Scott smirked. “And mine isn’t?”

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t say that. Everything isn’t always about you, Scott.”

“I know. I’m giving you a hard time. I hope you speak as highly of me when I’m not around too,” he said.

When we got back to our respective offices, Scott texted me, “For the record, I think you’re doing really well also. I’m glad to have you around.”

I said, “Thank you. Your opinion counts too. :-)”

Scott drunk texted me that weekend trying to get me to come meet him at the bar. I played with him for a little bit, pretending like I was going to come, until Brady wanted to know who was blowing up my phone. So then I felt bad and stopped texting back.

Scott’s last text message said, “I guess you aren’t coming. Fine. See you Monday.”

Jeez.

And so as soon as I saw Scott on Monday, I asked, “How was your weekend?” in front of everyone.

“Thank you, Reese. I had a nice weekend,” he said, avoiding eye contact.

And then when we both went to our respective offices, he texted me, “I wish I’d spent it with you though.”

Mike started giving me more assignments and responsibilities. I feel like he realized that I’m actually pretty smart and started trusting me to do things. He had a lunch meeting that ran late and texted me asking to start the company wide conference call. And one day he gave me his password so I could log into his account and text him some sales numbers while he was out of the office. Clearly he trusts me more than he trusts Scott if he’s giving me his password.

This went on for a couple weeks – Scott texting me when he was out and drinking, me responding by playing coy, but never actually meeting up with him. And Mike randomly asking me to come visit him in his office to give me new things to do or ask my opinion on things. Scott would text me all the time like, “What did Mike want?” or “Anything important?” Because I can’t talk to Mike without Scott knowing about it. He’s worse than my actual boyfriend.

One night Scott and I texted for several hours. We weren’t really talking about anything – drinking, bars, food, traveling. Nothing important. And then he said, “Can I tell you something honestly? With no repercussions?”

And of course I just wanted to know what his confession was so I said, “Sure.”

“I never expected to feel this way about you, but I really like you, Reese. More than I should. And I know I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I really want you to know.”

“I don’t know what to say…” was all I could think to respond.

“You don’t have to say anything. But I love you Reese.”

At this point I wanted to jump off a bridge. What the fuck? Why would Scott even think it was okay to say that to me? I suddenly regretted everything – meeting him at Starbucks, accepting a job offer from him, texting him and ever seeing him outside of work. I know it’s hard to hate me ( 🙂 ), but this was ridiculous.

Scott and I didn’t mention what he said again after that conversation, but we were both being nicer to each other. I tried to avoid him at work, but he’d send me meeting invites all the time and instant message me to ask if I was busy and did I work to get together to work? This sounds bad, but I was completely taking advantage of Scott’s confession. I knew that I could get my way at work no matter what. Whatever I requested, Scott said yes. And he was actually putting me in charge of things and giving me the responsibilities that I wanted so I couldn’t complain.

It was all fun and games until Brady went through my phone one night. Brady doesn’t ever go through my phone – like ever, so I didn’t think I had anything to worry about. But I’d given him my passcode so he could print something from my email and I guess Scott texted me while he had my phone. And Brady confronted me (Reese style) when I walked in the kitchen.

“Scott says he’s thinking about you,” Brady mumbled.

“Oh…”

“Are you having an affair with your boss, Reese?” he asked.

“No! Are you kidding?” I exclaimed.

“He said he’s in love with you. Isn’t he married?”

“Yes, but-”

“But what? I don’t understand how you’re going to try to talk your way out of this one.” Brady handed my phone to me and stormed out.

I followed him to the living room where he was pulling his laptop out. I sat down next to him on the couch.

“Listen, I know it looks bad, but it isn’t what you think,” I said.

“Reese, just leave me alone right now. I don’t care what you do,” Brady said.

I sat there watching him for a few minutes until I realized that he was right and that I was 100% in the wrong. I should have stopped Scott the moment he started making inappropriate passes at me.

Brady didn’t talk to me for the entire week and both of us spent a lot of time at work. I was frustrated with myself and also Scott, but only took it out on Scott. It was his fault for falling in love with me obviously. (And honestly, what made him think he was in love with me anyway? I’m nothing but a huge bitch to him and he really knows nothing about me at all outside of work).

One day Scott and I got in a huge disagreement about the way he runs his business. I obviously think I could do a much better job, but I also think there’s a ton of stuff I don’t know because Scott won’t teach me. He prefers to do everything himself and then makes me do stupid shit like organize files. And I like to remind him that I didn’t go into student loan debt to organize files.

“Scott, you’ll never get out of your current position if you don’t ever train anyone. You have to invest in your employees. If you don’t think I’m capable of handling this stuff then why did you hire me?” I said.

“I think you’re capable of doing my job and much more, Reese,” he said in his stupid accent.

“Then will you please let me actually do things? I’m not a child,” I said.

“I know you’re not a child. If you want to do more things, I’m more than happy to let you. Just let me know what you want to do and I will let you,” Scott said.

So I demanded to do everything hence why I was working my ass off and not spending much time at home. No complaints though.

Friday afternoon, I came home from work and Brady was already home and changed into regular clothes.

“Hey, Hunter is coming this weekend. I just thought I’d let you know,” he said.

“K,” I replied, passing him.

“I’m getting him from the airport now…if you want to come.”

I agreed and during the long drive to O’Hare on a Friday afternoon, we somewhat made up. I say somewhat because we argued about Scott for a little while before Brady finally changed the subject and we didn’t talk about it anymore. I was just glad that we were speaking again.

On Friday night, the three of us went to a couple of bars to hang out. Do y’all remember that red head chick Hunter met at Mariano’s last time he was here? I was shocked and confused when she showed up at the bar.

She skipped in and gave Hunter and big hug then said hi to me and Brady. I turned to Brady like, “What’s this broad doing here?” and he shrugged.

The ginger hung out with us all night until the last bar when she said she was calling it a night. And to my horror, Hunter turned to Brady and said, “I’ll meet you back at your place.”

I said, “Don’t you think you should just come with us right now?”

Hunter looked at me and then to Brady and then Brady looked at me and said, “Come on, let’s go to the bar.”

“He’s going to cheat on Dom, isn’t he?” I said as we walked away.

“It isn’t any of our business,” Brady said.

“Yes it is. Are you just going to let that happen?” I continued.

Brady ignored me and walked into the next bar. I was so disgusted by it all that I couldn’t even finish my drink and just watched while Brady kept drinking and making friends.

Hunter came home at like 7:30 the next morning. I heard Brady get up to buzz him in then get back in bed. And being the nosy bitch that I am, I got up to greet Hunter.

“Wow, walk of shame, huh?” I said.

Hunter grinned and shrugged.

“I thought you were better,” I said, honestly.

“You’ll understand when you’re married and have kids. It isn’t easy,” he said.

“It isn’t easy to not cheat on your spouse?” I clarified. “You know, last I checked it wasn’t hard to not be a shitty person.”

Brady appeared next to me. “Reese. Stop.”

Hunter looked at Brady and rolled his eyes like I was being crazy or ridiculous. And maybe I was. I don’t know why I was so concerned about him and his relationship, but I just thought about how Dom must feel being at home taking care of the children alone while her husband is having sex with some random woman in Chicago.

Brady wasn’t happy with me for confronting Hunter even though Hunter deserved it so I was not invited to hang out with them for the rest of the weekend.

I really need to get ready for work tomorrow, but I have so much more to tell y’all. So look for another post later this week! Love you!!!!!