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You heard Chelsea, went straight to Jess, and said, He aint the one for you.

I cant tell you why.

I cant tell you who I heard it from, but you got to go.

Im a girls girl until the day I die.

At the same time, Jess and Chelsea were also friends.

So it was tough.

Hes not your man.

Get the hell out of here.

Go back to your daughter.

At the end of the day, my girls know where my heart was.

That initial connection that you had with Jeramey felt like opposites attracting.

Hes clearly goofier than you are.I have two sides to my personality.

I get down to business.

I have always been corporate girlie to my core, but Im also very goofy.

Im constantly saying crazy things, saying crass things, goofing around with the girls.

He came in with a kind of seriousness at first.

He was there to do the experiment with his whole heart.

There could have been nerves involved.

I probably was acting a little off as well.

But it was just such a switch from an Im a get-shit-done key in of guy.

It was a quick switch, for sure.

I hadnt seen that side of him, but it seems like the guys in the lounge did.

Red flag.People can hide behind those walls, Im telling you.

Speaking of: that argument.

That scene.I havent seen it yet, so Im foaming at the mouth!

We open up; hes home.

You put your Stanley cup on the counter.

Hes clutching onto that motherfucking pillow.

You come in …He really thought that pillow was gonna save him!

You come in, and its just clear something happened, and youre pissed.He felt the rage.

You could cut the tension in that room with a knife.

It was a rough morning.

The editors built it up, too.

The dramatic music and everything.

You come in, you sit there, and youre already ready to go.

It was a perfectly laid trap.

You gave him opportunities to tell the truth.

Like that point when you say, Youre denying leaving the bar?

And he says, I dont wanna talk about that right now.

And then you just drop the hammer, You werent at Lost & Found last night.

Did you know that he would lie?He had already been lying before the cameras started rolling.

He had all morning to tell the truth, and we basically took a break.

I said, Come with the correct story; help yourself.

What he didnt know is that he had shared his location the night before.

Then he goes out that night for a beer.

Im like, Go live your life, babe.

Before he left, I said, If you run into Sarah tonight, handle yourself correctly.

Hes like, Oh, my God, Im not going to see her.

So I wake up at 5 a.m. and I see that hes not there.

His cars not there.

Im thinking hes dead somewhere wrapped around a tree.

I go to get my phone to call him.

I see he shared his location after he left and after I went to sleep.

The car stays there for 30 or 45 minutes.

Im like, Hes really doing this.

I went back to sleep and said, Ill handle this tomorrow.

I wake up, he slept in the living room and immediately I started questioning him.

It was lie, lie, lie, lie.

He lied about what time he got home.

I felt like I was playing chess, and he was playing checkers.

So I was like, I gave you the chance to be a man and own up.

This is a real-ass relationship.

You met my family the day before I was supposed to meet your mom.

If you want to salvage this, tell the damn truth, and lets work through it.

He just wouldnt do it.

Thats when he said, Im not doing this.

And I said, Then Im not doing this.

Its very clear that he didnt really know you.

You dont know your fiance, bruh.Exactly.

Youre fucking with the wrong one.

Youre not sitting here and lying to my face thinking I dont smell your bullshit.

Youre fucking with my life.

And youre acting like its a game.

He did his shit, right?

They will fuck up.

They can say theyre going to handle themselves one way, and then shit happens.

But the part that I couldnt get past was the doubling down, tripling down on the lying.

If he had come with, I fucked up.

I dont even know what the hell the story could be.

I was too nice.

I felt I owed her this, this, that, and the other.

I think we had so much love.

I thought both of us wanted it so badly, and it was going so well.

I feel like so many men and women do that to their partners in relationships.

No matter how much you love em or care about em.

If theyre not willing to have some flexibility and be honest with you, then they gotta go.