The next morning we woke up at like 4:30 since we’d gone to bed so early. I’d barely gotten any sleep because I was up thinking of how to articulate why I was upset about Brady’s girlfriend. Plus, I really needed to redeem myself after my low blow. Brendan sometimes describes his ex-wife as “mean” and I really cannot have him thinking I am too.

“Morning,” Brendan said, squeezing me. “Wanna go to the gym with me?”

It’s like, first of all, no. And secondly, we still needed to finish our fight from the day before.

“I would rather die,” I said.

He laughed and squeezed me tighter. “I love you. I’m sorry about yesterday.”

See what I mean? Why was he apologizing to me when I was the one who was out of line? He’s like impossible to fight with.

“Yeah, I wanted to talk about that,” I said. “I know you think I’m a lunatic so I feel like I should explain.”

“Mmhm,” Brendan said, not even denying thinking I’m a lunatic.

“It’s not about him having a girlfriend, I don’t care about that. I’m just concerned about Winnie and the effect this will have on her…” I realized that I probably still sounded bitter as I explained how I wasn’t sure if Brady’s new girlfriend would last as he is deathly afraid of commitment.

Brendan said that he totally understood where I was coming from and he didn’t want me to think he didn’t. And since he comes from divorced parents, he talked me through it and helped me think about it rationally. I guess I felt a little better, but he said that Margot is the only woman his dad ever introduced him to so if Brady brings Kara around Winnie then he better marry her.

Speaking of Winnie, a little while later, I heard the faint sounds of her getting up and padding through the apartment. Our routine in the morning goes like this: Winnie wakes up between 5 and 5:30, “sneaks” into my room to snuggle in bed with me and then she will dramatically talk about how hungry she is so we have to get up to have breakfast. Sure enough, seconds later I felt her tiny little arms around me. It feels like a long time coming, but Winnie is actually obsessed with me now. I don’t know how to explain it but I felt like she always used to just tolerate me, but loved Brady. But now she never wants to leave my side and tells me she loves me all the time and snuggles with me in the morning. And maybe that’s why I was so concerned about the potential of a new woman in her life. I only just got her to like me!

We all stayed in bed for a while and Winnie asked Brendan to make her exactly four waffles and eight sausages. I love how close Brendan and Winnie are and how seamlessly he fits into our lives. And it occurred to me that I was being kind of selfish by not hoping for the same thing on Brady’s side. If Winnie ended up loving Kara, that would be the best case scenario right? I needed to get over myself.

A few weeks later, I was minding my own business on Zillow, flipping through pictures of houses I can’t afford. It’s a hobby of mine. I like to bookmark my faves and then watch as the prices inevitably start dropping after a while. I was shocked and confused when I stumbled upon the listing for Brady’s house though. You know, the house he insisted he bought for Winnie to grow up in? It popped up since I’d saved it previously. Wait, what? It’s Brady’s house that he purchased solely in his name and he’s entitled to do whatever he wants, but I assumed it was a mistake (seems like a crazy big mistake to me). I took a screenshot and sent it to Brady.

“Yep,” he replied.

“What? Why wouldn’t you tell me?” I said back.

“I told Winnie. I figured she might tell you,” Brady said.

Winnie does have a big mouth, to be fair. For example, she told Brady how I cried about him having a girlfriend at dinner (thanks, Winnie!) and he was forced to tell her about Kara even though he hadn’t planned on it yet. So I guess I was kind of surprised that she didn’t tell me.

“Why are you selling? Where are you moving to?” I asked.

Brady gave me some vague explanation about how he wanted to downsize and it was a good market to sell. He avoided my question about where he was moving to so I asked again.

“I’m staying in Connecticut,” he said.

I wondered if this had anything to do with his new girlfriend and even if they were moving in together (which would be absurd). It all seemed like a lot of change for Brady — who notoriously never changes anything about his life. Not even his hair. But perhaps change would be good for the guy. The biggest memories I have in that house are escaping the pandemic, slowly breaking up with Brady and then being majorly depressed so I guess I can’t really blame him for wanting to get rid of it.

And speaking of moving in together, Brendan’s new apartment is finally complete. It was really fun to watch it all come together, especially since I had a hand in picking every little detail from the bathroom marble to the pots for the indoor plants. And he invited me to check in on the progress whenever he went to see it because he knows I have an eye for detail and if there was anything out of place, I was going to find it. The cutie construction team started calling me “The Boss.” So maybe this is absolutely insane, but I thought he might ask us to move into his new apartment with him. Especially since I kept dropping hints — by claiming closet space for my bags and picking out a paint color for Winnie’s room. And half of the hardwood in the primary would be without underfloor heating if it weren’t for me! And I kept bringing up the fact that I was looking at new apartments on StreetEasy to try to get him to bite. But nope. I moved into my new apartment and he moved into his and it’s fine. It’s too soon I guess and we spend almost every night together anyway.

Mike had a trip to Chicago planned and since Paige is super pregnant, he asked me to go with him instead. I wasn’t particularly excited to travel with Mike, but a Chicago trip sounded fun. And then I had the bright idea to invite Brendan and we could make a whole thing of it! I’d show him around all of my old haunts and the places I used to act a fool at!

Brendan was like, “Hmm, I don’t know if I’d want to do a middle of the week trip. Maybe another time or something, idk.” All indecisively. And it really bothered me because why wouldn’t he be dying to go to Chicago with me? Why did it matter if it was in the middle of the week if he’s working less at his company? I was even more mad a few days later, when he told me that Mike said he should come to Chicago “for networking” and so now he was coming on the trip. Not because he wanted to spend any time with me or see where I lived, but because Mike asked him to. I guess I can understand him not inviting me and my three year old to live with him in his sparkly new house, but that paired with him not wanting to take a trip with me made me think maybe our relationship isn’t as serious as I thought. Like he’s not as into me as I’m into him. I realize that I’m with his family at most of their holiday events and trips, but still. He doesn’t exactly have to go out of his way to include me in that.

Paige is pregnant, by the way. I had a feeling she was with child last year based on how she was acting and the questions she was asking. And then her entire wardrobe changed and she stopped wearing blazers every single day. I kind of thought she might confide in me since we’d been having some really personal conversations — most notably the one we had where she asked about the origin of Brendan and me. I gladly gave her the scoop: basically we were really close from the beginning and went through breakups around the same time and it just felt natural when we got together. I wasn’t going to take credit for his separation so I left that part out, but Paige said something like, “But you must’ve known while you were with your ex that something was brewing with Brendan.”

“I mean, I guess kind of. I think we both knew we liked each other, but it was never anything serious, you know?” I said.

“Yeah, I know. I feel like Mike and I had a bit of a thing like that,” she said.

I tried to keep a poker face, but OH MY GOD I CALLED IT. “Really?”

“Yeah. Had. Past tense. I mean, we met for drinks when he gave me my job offer and I got hammered and yeah…that’s where everything started.”

I didn’t even try to hide my shock. Because what was she talking about? “What do you mean? What exactly happened?” 

“Nothing really happened, I guess. He started being really flirty with me and we just had this thing,” Paige explained. I just stared at her waiting for further details because can you even imagine Mike flirting? None of this was making any sense to me. She said that they had a ton of sexual chemistry and he would go out of his way to be near her and touch her and she liked the attention (this sounded almost exactly like my relationship with my former boss, Scott). And then she said she didn’t even know he was married until a few months ago (complete bullshit — I don’t think Mike wears a wedding ring, but he has pictures of his wife and kids all over his office), after she called him outside of working hours and he told her that he was with his family and it was inappropriate. When she pressed Mike about their flirty relationship, he told her nothing was going on, he’s married and her boss, blah blah blah.

“I mean, what did you want from him? You’re married, too,” I pointed out.

“I don’t know, I just wanted him to acknowledge our thing, I guess? I obviously didn’t want anything from him.”

That was it? That’s the story? They didn’t even make out? I was like, okay Paige, *don’t ever tell that story again*, in the words of queen, icon, legend Garcelle Beauvais. I feel like she was telling me that just to compete with me. Anyway, she’s pregnant now, due next month and shuffles around rubbing her belly all day. She’ll be like, “Omygod, I can feel his spine, wanna come feel?” And it’s like, uh no, we aren’t even that close so it’s weird. I don’t really have time to sit around and gab all day and she comes to my office to grill me with pregnancy and baby questions for hours on end. Not to be rude, but was I this obnoxious when I was pregnant?

Brendan brought his new business manager, Gigi, to the office to meet our team. Mike had already met her and kept telling me that he wanted me to meet her and that she’s “really good” so her reputation kind of preceded her. Her real name isn’t Gigi, but it’s super unique and just as silly so I gave her an alias. I fully expected to hate her, especially when she waltzed in wearing a hideous oversized Hailey Bieber blazer. But…I don’t? She’s kind of great? She’s annoying (she’s told me no less than 40 times that she’s Hungarian and that her family is from Hungary), but she’s really smart and she’s direct like I am and gets everything done that she says she’ll get done. It’s like, duh, of course they just needed to put a woman in charge! Plus, she likes reality TV and fashion so we talk about that stuff too.

Brendan hasn’t officially taken a step from his company yet, thank god. Over the years, we’ve worked together a lot and I can’t imagine a project without him. When Mike gave me all that extra work, he and Miguel, who both know a lot more than I do, helped me a ton. Mike would say things like, “We need clearance from the city to get the gas turned on, can you talk to the city?” And Brendan and Miguel would be like, “We know someone from the city!” We just do so much together and I’m not looking forward to him not being around. 

Meanwhile, I guess things thawed out a bit between Brady and me. After I turned him down about working on things, he ignored my existence for a few weeks, but then he needed to change our schedule because he had some upcoming travel.

“Oh, now you want to talk to me because you need something,” I said.

Brady smirked. “Yes. I appreciate you.”

That was potentially the nicest thing he’s ever said to me, at least in a very long time, so I was willing to overlook the past few weeks of him being rude to me. So we were distant, but not actively hating each other. Like, we didn’t keep in contact during the week, but we’d still catch up when we saw each other. And we even relaxed our custody schedule a little bit, after I complained about not ever getting to spend weekends with Winnie.

Brady was like, “Oh, that’s no problem. If you want a weekend, just let me know.”

Very interesting. I figured he was trying to build up some good karma with me, especially when he reached out to me about Mother’s Day and asked if I wanted to pick up Winnie that Sunday morning to spend the day with her. I’d assumed that it would be like last year and he would deliberately make plans without me. So I immediately took him up on his offer before he tried to change his mind.

I made plans for us to do girlie things during the day and then that evening Brendan was going to take us out for dinner. So I skipped my ass to Connecticut on Sunday morning to pick up my child and Brady was all, “You look nice today.”

And I was just in leggings and Sherpa slides so that was immediately suspicious. I let him know that I super appreciated him switching the schedule and letting me spend Mother’s Day with Winnie and he was so nice (like overly nice) about it which was quite different than how he was last year. I filled them in our plans for the day and Winnie was amped and actually excited to leave with me. We strapped her into the car and then Brady stepped in front of my door so I wasn’t able to open it.

“So I wanted to run something by you,” he said.

“K.” I figured he was just going to ask to change our schedule again, that’s how casual he was speaking. And I was so grateful for him letting me have the day that I was open to whatever.

“I am dating someone and I thought you should know,” Brady said.

I just blinked at him so he continued.

“I want you to be aware in case we get more serious.”

“Who is it?” I asked. From what he was saying, it didn’t sound like he was talking about Anna or anyone I knew. And “more serious?” So they were already serious?

“Her name is Kara.”

“Kara?” I repeated in an unnecessarily judgy tone. “How do you know her?”

Brady smirked, like he was enjoying my reaction. “I don’t see why that matters.”

“How long have you been dating her?” was my next question.

“Not very long, a few months or so. But I really like her.”

So he was telling me all of this on Mother’s Day — mid May — and he’d asked me to “work on things” in February. So they couldn’t have been dating that long. How serious could they have gotten in less than 3 months?

“Oh. I didn’t know you were capable of ‘really liking’ anything or anyone,” I said.

Brady grinned, loving winding me up. “Seriously?”

“So has she met Winnie?” I changed the subject.

“Not yet, but she might, which is why I wanted to tell you.”

“Thanks,” I said sarcastically. “Well, we have a nail appointment so we have to go.”

“Okay,” Brady said, but didn’t move.

I told myself I was not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me upset about the bomb he just dropped, but he was standing in front of my door and I opened it and he didn’t move…so it hit him.

“Jeez!” Brady exclaimed.

“Sorry.” I was totally not sorry. “Thanks again! Bye!”

As I drove back to the city, I dissected everything he’d just told me. Kara, a few months, “more serious.” On one hand, Brady dating someone was a relief because now I wouldn’t have to feel guilty about Brendan. But on the other hand, I felt kind of icky. I didn’t want Brady bringing some random broad into Winnie’s life and then it not working (because let’s be honest, Brady is not a good person in a relationship and he is certainly not going to marry her). What if Winnie hated this Kara person — or maybe worse, what if she loved her? What if she loved her more than me?

When we got to the nail salon, I scoured Brady’s socials for an hour trying to find any indication of the existence of someone named Kara/Cara. I couldn’t find a morsel of anything which makes sense since Brady doesn’t really use any social media regularly. Maybe she wasn’t even on social media. Or maybe she wasn’t even real? I was lowkey spiraling.

Anyway, we went to dinner with Brendan at a gorgeous, bougie little spot I’ve been dying to go to. One of those fancy places with white tablecloths and probably not totally suitable for children. Oh well. I kept telling Winnie all day that she needed to be on her best behavior.

It started off nicely. We ordered literally everything on the menu and Brendan and Winnie gabbed like they always do. One of the reasons I love Brendan is because of how much he loves Winnie. Like, he accepted both of us with no hesitation even though it’s a lot. I’m sure it would be easy for him to find someone who doesn’t have baggage in the form of a toddler. He could probably get with a cute 22-year-old recent college grad (ew) and have an easy life, but he doesn’t and he chose us. Plus he just always thinks of Winnie and considers her with whatever we do and I just love to see it.

In the middle of dinner, I blurted out, “So Brady has a girlfriend.”

“Oh, really?” Brendan said.

“Really?” Winnie said.

“Yeah. Isn’t that bizarre?”

“I mean, I don’t know. Not really?” Brendan said.

“I think it’s super weird. And I think they’re getting serious which makes zero sense,” I said.

“Oh. I feel like that kind of makes sense?” he said.

And then out of nowhere, I started bawling. Right there at the dinner table.

“Really, Mommy?” I heard Winnie say.

“He just dropped it on me this morning, obviously trying to get a reaction out of me. I don’t really care, I just think it’s weird the way he told me. And why would he tell me? On Mother’s Day!” I cried.

Neither of them said anything so I just kept going. “I assumed he was hooking up with his college girlfriend, Anna, but he mentioned some girl I’ve never heard of and wouldn’t tell me anything about her. Just some stranger!”

Brendan was giving me a strange look that was a mix of confusion, horror and judgment. He asked, “Why are you so upset about this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be upset?” I shrieked. “I get that you don’t care if your ex is in a new relationship since she was probably in one the whole time you were married or maybe you never liked each other in the first place, but it sucks!”

It didn’t sound that harsh in my head, but Brendan’s face let me know that perhaps it was a bit harsh.

“Uh, okay,” he said.

“Okay,” I repeated. “It’s fine. I’m not even that upset.”

I pulled myself together and Brendan and Winnie carried on like I didn’t just have a meltdown. Needless to say, dinner was a bit tense after that. So who really ruined Mother’s Day, Brady or me?

We got back to the apartment just after 7 so we chilled for a bit before it was Winnie’s bedtime. Winnie always needs an hour to run around before she goes to sleep so she’s properly tired. Otherwise she will wake up and she will enter my bedroom without warning. I learned that the hard way. I let Brendan take her to bed while I poured us wine so we could drink and hash things out. I assumed he was mad at me since dinner, but he was far too polite to confront me in front of Winnie. Meanwhile I scrolled through every “Kara” or “Cara” on LinkedIn located in the tri-state area. What?

After several minutes, I realized that all of the lights were out and the apartment was quiet. Mind you, it was like 8 PM at this point so there was no way that Brendan had gone to bed already? Didn’t we have things to discuss? I left the wine on the counter and went to find this man. And sure enough, he was in the bed shirtless like he was about to sleep. At 8 PM without even telling me!

“Uh, hello? Are we not having wine?” I asked.

“Uh, no. I don’t want any wine,” he said.

“K.” I joined him on the bed. “Cuz you’re mad at me?”

Brendan said, “Yeah, I’m pissed!”

Oh? In all the years I’ve known him, I don’t think I’ve ever heard Brendan say that and especially not to or about me. We’ve had plenty of disagreements, but he always stays calm and level headed and I was suddenly fearful that I was going to burst into tears again.

“That was such a low blow and I’m sorry, but you crying about your ex having a girlfriend is weird. It’s weird!” he continued.

“It’s complicated having a child together!” I tried to explain.

“I get that, but didn’t you know this was going to happen eventually? Why wouldn’t he get into another relationship, you have?”

I couldn’t tell Brendan that just a few months ago Brady asked to work on our relationship and I considered it for approximately 36 hours, but I was thinking about that in the back of my mind. Or the fact that Brady said he “really likes her” which I’m fairly certain he never even said about me. Or that we’d made out.

“I don’t know, but I feel like him telling me that on Mother’s Day was deliberate and strategic just to ruin my day,” I said instead.

“Do you not see how this is weird?” Brendan asked.

“No!”

“Whatever,” he muttered and flipped over so he was facing away from me.

Seriously?

“I’m sorry about the low blow,” I said.

Brendan said, “It’s fine.” And that made me feel worse because it was totally not fine, clearly.

“Are you still pissed at me?” 

“No,” Brendan said, but still didn’t turn around to look at me.

I felt like a complete asshole as I got up to change into pajamas and do my nighttime routine. And I felt even worse when I got in bed and he cuddled me like I hadn’t been a raging twat all day. I love Brendan literally so much (mainly because I can feel how much he loves me) and I hated that I’d pissed him off, especially over Brady.

I guess I wasn’t exactly surprised when Henderson followed me on Instagram the very next morning. If I actually cared, I would’ve done the same thing! Reagan herself seemed harmless and Brendan didn’t seem interested in any sort of relationship with her so she didn’t matter anymore! Plus, I have that Finsta, remember?

Anyway. Brady was being a huge ass to me on and off. He was super hot and cold. One day I’d drop off Winnie and he would be super dismissive and blatantly say he didn’t want to talk to me and then the next day he’d send selfies of him and Winnie. And occasionally, he’d be really sweet and say stuff like, “You look pretty.”

And it’s like, I have a hot boyfriend who has a rich, skinny ex and a gym instructor who is in love with him so yeah, maybe I did try a little harder this morning. I used to think Brady was so attractive, and I guess he still is, but after reflecting on everything we’ve been through, his personality kind of ruined it for me. Remember when he had dinner with Sydney at her apartment during lockdown and then got mad at me for not being okay with it? What a little fucker.

One day I was killing time after dropping Winnie off while waiting for Lola to text me back. Brady followed me into the kitchen and started chatting me up like he hadn’t asked me to leave him alone while he worked earlier. I kind of ignored him and gave short responses and then finally, Brady was like, “So are we just done then? Is that what you want?”

“Huh?” I spun around. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about us. Our relationship,” Brady said and gestured between me and him like it was obvious.

I stared at him for several moments waiting for him to elaborate or clarify or say he was joking, but he didn’t. Was he crazy or had I just imagined the past two years?

“Uh…I think that ship has sailed,” I said.

“Okay,” Brady said with no emotion.

“Wait, right? I’m confused about what you’re asking.”

He said, “I don’t know, do you want to try to make our relationship work and talk about stuff or do you want to just move on?”

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked because when has Brady ever initiated a serious conversation?

“Yes,” he said back with a straight face.

Huh??? I had been very much up my own ass lately so for a moment I thought I’d missed something. But no, this was typical Brady — making me second guess myself and question my own sanity.

“If you wanted to talk, why didn’t you months ago?!” I demanded, ready to strangle him.

Brady shrugged, like this was so silly. “You don’t make it very easy to talk to you sometimes.”

I rightfully blew the fuck up then. “When have you ever even tried to talk to me? You ignored me for like a year straight and refused to even have a conversation with me. Like, are you joking? How would you even know I’m hard to talk to when you’ve never even attempted?”

He was like, “See, this is exactly what I mean.”

“What are you on?” I asked seriously. Because obviously there had to be drugs involved for him to be talking like this. At this point, I’d had a new boyfriend for an entire year and now he was asking about working our shit out?

“What? I’m not on anything,” Brady said, clearly offended.

“Crack. It must be crack,” I continued on.

“Ugh, whatever,” he scoffed and then walked off.

Whatever indeed! The nerve! I was seething for the first 24 hours because it’s just like Brady to do this. We had an accidental makeout, he was a complete and utter asshole to me and now he wanted to work on things? Where was this even coming from? Wasn’t he banging Anna? And what, did he think I was just dating Brendan until he was ready to have a serious talk about our relationship? But then once I sat and thought about it, I started to feel guilty. Because had I *actually* given him/us the opportunity to work on things or had I immediately taken the opportunity to get with Brendan? Which, obviously I don’t regret at all, but was that fair to Winnie? I should’ve done everything in my power to keep our family together, right? And for once in his life, Brady actually wanted to talk — was I wrong for not even giving him the chance? Winnie deserved to have her parents together, you know? It didn’t help that Brendan was busy that weekend so I had nothing to do except sit around thinking about what Brady said.

But on Tuesday, Brady went right back to refusing to look at me or talk to me so I got over that.

For Brendan’s birthday, he and his family had a ski trip planned. They fucking would. When Brendan invited me, I let him know that I would absolutely not be skiing so if that was expected of me then I’d have to pass. He said that he just wanted to spend time with me and he didn’t care if I skied or not. I wasn’t trying to be a brat, but all of these people have their own special ski equipment so there was so way I was going to make a fool of myself in front of them. So I agreed to go and spent $1,900 on my own non-ski gear.

The entire trip was low key, but chic and it turns out that Margot isn’t a big skier either — at least she wasn’t that weekend, she said. So we spent a ton of time at the resort together. I was waiting for her to confront me about moving too fast with Brendan or perhaps the New Year’s Eve party — a couple days after the party, Brendan let me know that our showing up to the party “didn’t go down well,” with their families (*put in Nene Leakes’ “Whatever that means” .gif*) but then didn’t want to get into the specifics. Obviously it was because he brought me, but no one wanted to say that.

Danielle was there and didn’t speak to me all weekend except what felt like a snide comment/observation about how isn’t it hard to find so much time away from Winnie? Excuse me?

“Well, she does have another parent, you know,” Brendan said.

“Yeah I know, but still,” Danielle said.

It’s like, who asked you? Mind your own (nonexistent) business. She’s the kind of person who has zero personality aside from being a passive aggressive asshole and those are my least favorite kinds of people. I take back everything nice I’ve ever said about her.

Anyway. I’m sorry for being gone so long. So much is going on. I can’t remember if I posted here, but I bullied Mike into a title change and raise a little while ago. My argument was that I’ve been doing way more than my original job description called for (even outside of covering for Paige) so Mike threw a “senior” at the beginning of my title and gave me a small raise to appease me. But then of course, Mike took that and ran with it and wanted to see a return on his investment, I guess. He put me in charge of a ton of shit, mostly things I have no idea how to do so I’ve had to give myself a crash course in engineering basically. Mike was too busy to teach me anything and obviously Paige was no help. It was really hard and miserable at first and I really thought I was going to quit, but eventually I got the hang of it.

While I was busy taking on more at work, Brendan expressed wanting to take a step back from his company to “focus on other stuff.” I would always tell him that perhaps he’s a bit too hands on (I can’t even count the number of times I’ve caught him literally drilling and sawing at a job site), but he said he hates sitting at his desk in front of the computer. We talked through it a few times and he just kept saying he’s not passionate about the company or anything he’s doing and he’s sick of it. Plus, he wanted to consult for some of the small businesses he’s invested in, like he’s Mr. Wonderful or something. I pointed out that it sounded suspiciously like an early midlife crisis and he agreed.

So I didn’t think he was that serious and was just venting until one day at happy hour, Miguel let it slip that they’d hired someone to take over their business operations, stuff Brendan usually takes care of.

“Oh yeah, I’ll bring her in to meet you this week,” Brendan said.

“Her?” I clarified, suspicious.

“Yeah. Gigi,” Miguel said and did this thing with his eyebrows that made me think she’s hot. “You’ll like her.”

Huh. We’d fucking see about that, wouldn’t we?

In the middle of all that, I moved to a new apartment. I had no plans of leaving our girly pink high-rise, but a place opened up in a building a few blocks away and it has a better layout, more storage and a kitchen to die for. I requested a tour one afternoon, just to see, fell in love and signed a lease later that day. Sure, it’s almost $2,000 a month more than I was paying before, but Winnie and I are happier and I have zero regrets.

I obviously have so much more to say, but I wanted to give y’all a quick update so you know I’m alive. be back soon!