sober tears.

On Monday I had my phone interview and it went really well. So well in fact, that not even an hour after it was over Kate texted me saying, “I heard your interview went well!”

She said the execs in the office want to meet me and asked if I could come to New York City early next week. While I was excited that they wanted to meet me, I can’t just take off work and fly to New York City. I told her that I could go, but it would have to be a weekend. I didn’t hear from her for a few hours so I continued working and kind of forgot about it until Kate called me on my cell phone.

I shut my office door and answered it.

“Hey Reese. I know this is kind of last minute, but we were thinking – we could fly you in on a Friday night red eye, then have the interview Saturday morning and you could be on your way back home by Saturday afternoon,” Kate said.

I didn’t say anything right away. It all seemed kind of rushed. Why were they so thirsty to meet me? I mean, not that I’m complaining. It just seems really fast.

“I know this process is moving fast, but we are trying to get this position filled quickly as the holidays are approaching and this new shop opening,” she explained, as if reading my mind.

“Okay… Let me think about it,” I said. I hadn’t spent any time really, really thinking about if this was even a job I wanted. When Kate explained it to me, it did sound interesting, but I didn’t know if that was enough to make me want to travel all the way to New York City for an interview. I told her I would text her later and let her know.

After work, I went to the fitness class with Kendra and Carly. It was a lot less terrible than last time, but I still regretted going after the first ten minutes of being there. I’m never going back.

On Tuesday, Brady and I got dinner then went back to his place afterwards. I hadn’t told Brady about the potential new job at all aside from the initial conversation Kate and I had at his dad’s party and I wanted to get his take on it. I had tentatively told Kate that I would go to NYC, but I told her I would get back to her after I checked my weekend schedule. I obviously don’t have a weekend schedule except to drink.

I told Brady all about it during dinner and he said, “I don’t see anything wrong with exploring other options. As long as it isn’t affecting your current job. It was responsible of you to schedule your interview for a weekend so you won’t cut into your work.”

I didn’t mention to him that my phone interview was two and a half hours during the workday and I took it from my office. Oops.

He said that until I got an offer, I shouldn’t stress about it. Not that I was stressing or anything. I guess if nothing else, it’s a free trip to New York.

When we got to Brady’s house, he got in the shower while I laid on the bed texting Kate and Preston. Preston was telling me a story about how while he was out with Dillon the other night, Mr. Murphy called him and said he was in the neighborhood and wanted to pick Preston up from his apartment. Preston tried to lie and say he was at work and Murph was like, “Your store closes at 8. Why are you still there?”

So Preston made up this elaborate story about how there was a shoplifter and the police had to come and he had to stay and give a statement, etc. I laughed so hard. Couldn’t he just say there was a meeting or something? 

While I was laying there, I noticed Brady’s phone sitting on the nightstand charging. I tried to talk myself out of touching it, but that didn’t work. I don’t know what I was looking for, but I leaned over and took it off the charger. Before when I looked through his phone, all I had to do was slide to unlock it. But apparently he is actually using his touch ID and a passcode so I couldn’t get in. Okay, like I get it. I shouldn’t have been trying to look through his phone, but still. What’s he hiding?

I replaced the phone and minded my own business until he got out of the shower. I waited until he was almost all the way dressed before asking, “What’s your ex-girlfriend’s name?”

Brady’s entire body paused for two or three seconds then he continued pulling his shirt on.

“Anna,” came his muffled voice from under his shirt. Once he got his shirt on he turned his back to me and started touching stuff on his dresser.

“Anna?” I said, almost excitedly. “The same one I saw you talking to at your dad’s party?”

Brady turned around and faced me. “Yeah.” He sounded defensive. 

“Oookay. So it hasn’t been ‘a while’ since you’ve seen your ex then,” I said, trying really hard not to sound accusatory.

Brady shrugged.

“Why did you lie?”

“I don’t see why it even matters. I hardly ever talk to her or see her so you don’t have anything to worry about,” he said, gruffly.

“I’m not worried. I just think it’s weird that you didn’t introduce me to her and failed to mention that she was your ex and then lied about the last time you’ve seen her,” I said.

“Okay.”

Okay?! Is there anything worse than when you’re having a discussion and/or argument with your boyfriend and he says, “Okay.” Like fuck you.

“That’s all you have to say?” I asked. “No explanation?”

“What do you want me to say, Reese? You were going to flip out on me no matter what!” Brady said, raising his voice.

“If you told me the truth from the beginning, why would I flip out on you? Do you really think I’m that ridiculous?”

Brady didn’t say anything so I took that as a yes.

“I couldn’t care any less about Anna. I have no reason to flip out over you just talking to her,” I said calmly.

“Well, you’re pretty unpredictable sometimes,” Brady muttered. I watched as he opened the door and left the room.

Before I could even stop myself, I just started crying. Ugh. Sober tears. I felt like I really approached him calmly and not accusingly, but obviously that didn’t work. I was so frustrated. For once, I felt like I actually wasn’t in the wrong. I didn’t want Brady to see me crying so I quickly locked myself in the bathroom to clean myself up. After ten minutes, I’d pulled myself together and emerged from the bathroom. Brady was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I think I’m going to go,” I announced.

“I’m sorry,” Brady said.

“Okay…” I said quietly.

He reached out his hand and without even thinking, I took it. He pulled me on the bed next to him.

“I should have introduced you to Anna,” Brady said. “I’ll take full responsibility for that. I guess I just wanted to avoid any awkwardness.”

I nodded.

“You’ve known that she was my ex the whole time, haven’t you?” he asked.

I nodded again, smirking.

“How?”

Oh…shit. 

“Your mom told me,” I blurted out. I was not about to admit to stalking his Facebook.

“Wow, she did?” Brady looked confused.

“Mmhm,” I nodded.

So I’m glad I finally confronted him about Anna and I feel like I got some answers. I’m sure there was a more graceful way to bring the subject up, but I’m anything but graceful. lol. 

Anway, I guess I’m going to New York City for a few hours this weekend. Also, my parents are talking about visiting me for Thanksgiving next week. Maybe they can finally meet Brady! We will see. They claim they’re going to visit all the time and never do. Hmph.

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rejected.

Kendra convinced Carly and me to take a fitness class with her on Monday night. I figured that it was probably a good idea because I’ve been eating and drinking like a maniac lately. So I threw on a complete Lululemon set I bought when I went through my yoga phase and met them there after work. When we first started the cardio yoga class, Carly and I couldn’t take some of the shit we were doing seriously and kept giggling at the ridiculousness. And then things started to get intense and we were jumping and doing splits and pulling our legs behind our heads. I could barely keep up and I realized that I really need to get in better shape.

By the time the class was over, I was drenched in sweat and could barely move. Kendra said it was fun and we should go every week. I literally laughed out loud in her face. Then I went home and slept in the shower.

On Tuesday, I got a text at around 11:00 saying that my car was ready. I immediately left the office and headed to get it. Having a loaner car was definitely nice, but there’s nothing like having your own shit. After dropping a few month’s rent at the dealership, I decided that since I was out of the office anyway, I would go surprise Brady at work.

I waltzed in there and asked the desk girl where I could find Brady. She told me that she couldn’t tell me anything for security reasons. I explained to her that I’m Brady’s girlfriend and I wanted to surprise him and she made the face my first grade teacher used to make when she told me I couldn’t have another cup of applesauce.

“I really, really can’t do that,” the girl said.

“Seriously? I’m not a terrorist or anything,” I deadpanned.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. She didn’t look sorry at all. 

I finally just asked her to page him and she asked, “Should I let him know that his girlfriend is here?”

I was about to be a complete bitch and say, “Isn’t that what I just told you?”

Then I decided that that was unnecessary plus maybe I could still keep the element of surprise going so I told her not to tell him. That’s the least she could do. While we waited, she complimented my bag so I gave her the complete rundown on where I got it, how I found it, and all the key selling points that made me buy it. Maybe I should get into selling?

We were actually in the middle of a great conversation about designer handbags when I heard footsteps. 

“Hiiiii,” I sang as Brady approached me.

“Hey. Is everything okay?” he asked, looking all concerned. 

“Yes, I was in the neighborhood so I decided to stop by. Wanna get lunch?” I asked.

“I can’t leave right now, I’m sorry,” Brady replied.

“Oh, that’s dumb,” I said. “I just got my car back! I can’t believe it costs so much to, like fix a door.”

“Yeah. It might have been more worthwhile to go through your insurance,” Brady said.

“Well, whatever, what’s done is done,”
I said as he looked at his watch. “Um, am I keeping you from something?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just really busy right now,” he said. 

“Um, okayyyy.”

Obviously I felt a little bit rejected, but I guess I kind of understood. Brady said goodbye quickly and walked off. I stayed and talked to my new friend for a few minutes before heading back to work.

After I got off, I decided to make dinner for Brady. Clearly surprising him at work was a fail so I had to go a different route. I made asparagus gratin, garlic roasted potatoes and grilled chicken. It turned out really well for me, honestly. I texted Brady to come over and to bring his appetite.

He got to my apartment at around 7:45 and I let him in.

“Wow, it smells really great in here,” Brady said when he walked in.

“I made dinner and you’re gonna love it,” I said.

I started getting the plates out and Brady said, “I’m sure it’s really good, but I’m really not hungry right now.”

Are you fucking kidding me.

“I told you to bring your appetite!” I practically screamed.

“I’m sorry, Reese. I had lunch really late,” he explained.

As calmly as I could I sat the plates down on the counter. After slaving away in the kitchen like that, I wasn’t really hungry either so it was basically all a waste.

“Okay, cool, thanks,” I said and stormed to my room and slammed the door.

I know I was being kind of a brat, but my own boyfriend had been rejecting me all damn day. I climbed into bed with all my clothes on and texted Carly, “I tried to surprise Brady twice today and he hated them so fuck him.”

I heard my door open and pulled the comforter over my head.

“Reese,” I heard Brady say and I ignored him.

“Reese,” he said again.

“What?” I answered dryly.

I felt Brady climb in the bed and on top of me. I peeked my head out of the comforter and came face to face with him.

He leaned down and kissed my neck and said, “Thank you for making dinner.”

I started to say, “Whatever,” but he pulled the blanket off me and reached under my shirt. He pushed it up so my boobs popped out then started sucking them. Ugh. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

Brady made his way down my tummy and stopped just above the waistband of my shorts. “You’re not mad, are you?”

I pushed him off and got on top of him then hastily unbuckled his pants. “Do you not understand how much work I put into dinner?”

“I do. I wish I would’ve known you were making it,” Brady said. He politely gestured for me to get up so he could get my shorts off.

“And I came all the way to your work and you couldn’t even make time for me which is so fucking rude.” I yanked his pants and boxers down.

“I know. I apologize for that. I appreciate you coming to see me.”

“No you don’t. You don’t appreciate anything,” I said.

And then I sat on his dick and we had sex for an hour. I think he appreciated that lol.

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