My vaccinated boyfriend thought it would be a good idea to go to Florida with his cheater brother. Ew.
He proposed the idea one day while he was at work, via text message of course.
“Was thinking of going to Florida for a weekend at the end of the month. Would you mind?”
“Of course I would mind. Florida is a cesspool and you have no business getting involved in that,” I replied.
“Why? I don’t plan on coming into contact with anyone except Hunter and we’ve both been vaccinated.”
I was typing back something along the lines of, “I’m sure Hunter will be bringing enough germs to infect the whole state,” but then Brady said, “I already got a ticket. I assumed you wouldn’t care.”
Do you know what happens when you assume, Brady? He was already on my shit list because he let Winnie sleep in the bed with us one night and now she refuses to ever sleep in her own bed.
We got into a huge fight about it, after the baby screamed and cried because she wasn’t ready to sleep and wanted to continue playing on the iPad. It was already way past her bedtime. Brady gave in and I said, “You can’t just give her whatever she wants like that. She’s already spoiled and I don’t want her to turn into a brat too.”
“Oh yeah?” Brady said with a straight face. “And you don’t think she got it from you?”
I got up and walked out of the room because I didn’t want to curse him out in front of Winnie, but needless to say, I let him fucking have it over text message.
So now I was really mad at him.
Luckily though, work has been a good distraction. I’ve been going into the office 2-3 times a week, mostly just to get out of the house. Mike and Paige are almost always there and stay cooped up in his office, which I thought was odd. I can understand needing to work closely together, but it’s just weird. Half the time, they don’t even know I’m in the office because they never come out. One day I cornered Sam to see if she had more information.
“He has her on a performance improvement plan so I think he’s trying to work with her,” Sam explained.
A performance improvement plan?! Interesting!
“Do you think she’s going to get fired?” I asked.
“It’s hard to say. I’m not exactly privy to information like that,” she said back.
And it’s like, you should be. You have the most access to Mike, you should know everything. But whatever.
The weekend Brady went to Florida, Brendan was also on vacation too — to some chic private island. So Winnie and I headed over to Mel’s to have company while we kept tabs on them. The four of us sat perched in the sunroom facing the lake in their backyard with wine spritzers and I complained. I’d told Mel a little bit about Brendan, but when she saw me spiraling while watching his Instagram videos she figured there was more to the story.
So I explained everything, including the whole separation scandal. I showed her the videos of Brendan and his supermodel wife taking a private jet to the island and frolicking on the white, sandy beach.
Mel was quiet for a minute.
“What?” I wanted to know, sensing her judgement.
“You already know what I’m going to say,” she said.
“Yes, it’s kind of inappropriate. I know that.”
“You’re having an emotional affair.”
“Mel!” I gasped. “That’s a bit of a stretch.”
“You may not think so, but even his wife agrees. And you’ve deliberately not told Brady about him so you must know it’s true.”
Jeez. I don’t remember asking for such brutal honesty.
“What do you want to happen?” she went on. “You can deny it all you want, but you obviously have some feelings involved.”
“I don’t want anything to happen. He’s one of the closest friends I have here and I want to keep it that way,” I said.
We were silent for a moment while we sipped our drinks.
“I’m surprised, I guess,” she said. “You and Brady seem so good together.”
“We are.” I was defensive now. “I haven’t told him because there’s nothing to tell. I don’t want to make it a thing.”
“You know, this happened to us a few years ago. It was with him though, with one of his nurses. It was when he was working overnight and they spent a lot of time together. And then when he was home during the day, he’d be on the phone with her. She was a little bit older, divorced a zillion times and super sexy.”
It sounded almost exactly like Brady and Sydney.
“So what’d you do?” I asked.
“I got him to admit he had feelings for her and when he did, I told him he had to end things with her if he wanted a future with me.”
And then I got a flashback of breaking up with Brendan. I can’t believe Mel handled the situation so easily. If Brady admitted to having feelings for someone else, I’d definitely leave. But Mel is so smart, it’s no wonder she and her husband have such a strong marriage. I need to listen to her.
I wasn’t really worried about Brady while he was in Florida despite the fact that he hadn’t texted me since he landed and was hanging out with his morally corrupt brother.
But then on Saturday night, Hunter sent a picture in a group chat between the three of us. The picture was of Brady slumped on a couch, looking like he was passed out with a beer in his hand. But in the corner of the picture I could see a sliver of a girl dressed in a strappy crop top and jeans next to him. Excuse me?
“Where are you and who’s there?” I asked.
Hunter sent some crying emojis back. I wanted to fucking kill him. In a separate message, I said, “Tell me who is there right now or I’ll tell your wife about your secret kid in Chicago.”
“Calm down. We’re at the house and the maid is here,” he said back.
It took me a few seconds to realize that by “maid” he meant Daniela, the gorgeous housekeeper I’ve met a couple of times.
“And you don’t have to worry. I have that situation under control 😉,” Hunter added.
“You’re fucking disgusting.”
When Brady got home on Sunday night, I confronted him — mostly just to guilt trip him.
“You know, you’re a dad now. It’s super irresponsible to go to Florida and party with girls like that. You could overdo it and die of a drug overdose or something. Then what would we do?” I said.
Brady, who was bouncing the baby in his arms, stopped and looked at me like I was insane. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m just saying. Obviously your brother doesn’t care about his family and I don’t want him to be a bad influence on you. I don’t think it’s a good idea to do a trip like that again.”
“Okay,” Brady said. “I hadn’t seen my brother in a long time so I thought you’d understand.”
“Of course I understand! I just don’t see the need to need to hang out with other women and drink to excess like that. And whatever else you did,” I said.
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“And stop apologizing to me!” I exclaimed. “Just do better.”
A little while later, while we were getting ready for bed, Brady said, “We should watch what we say in front of Winnie now. She’s talking and might start repeating things. We don’t want her saying ‘drug overdose’ or anything like that.”
And it’s like, are you seriously trying to lecture me on parenting when you’ve created a little monster brat of a child?
“Okay then when you know you’re in trouble stop picking up the baby to protect you,” I said.
We got in bed and I made Brady tell me the details of the trip: what they did, where they went, who they saw, etc. He was sure to be super vague about the housekeeper, but then I thought of something.
“Did you ever sleep with her?” I asked.
“Sleep with who?” he asked, to buy time.
“Daniela. I sensed some tension there when I met her. Did y’all have sex?”
“No! Jeez.” He looked away. “I mean, maybe when we were younger, but I don’t think so.”
Which means they absolutely did and I’m so sick of Brady having sex with every woman he knows. He and Hunter are really not that different.