Brad is on his way. Breakfast, sex, work and honey do’s. Not sure the order.
He doesn’t usually let me pay but his finances are tight right now too. The only reason I like paying is that I get to treat him like some men historically have treated women. I do it not to disrespect him, I do it solely for pure fun and enjoyment. I laugh hysterically. I’m all “what do you need baby?”, “What can I buy you?”. “Let me get that for you sweetness.”. “Is that all you want baby, get something more.”
I have to be careful. He asked for a riding lawnmower when we went to Home Depot*. We like to go and walk around and look at all the cool stuff. Inevitably we always buy something. They had gloves on sale last time which I always need for work.
I’ve cussed a lot this morning. Out loud too, like a crazy person. I was talking to my self-doubt and the voices that “doom and gloom” me. I’m all “FUCK YOU” and I offer contradictory information and it shuts the fuck up. Thankfully. But then it creeps back and again “GO TO HELL!”. I don’t need this. I want to stay positive yet the thoughts drift in. Oh well. It be that way sometimes.
Now…gotta fix my hair while my tummy grumbles. I get to enjoy breakfast made by a professional. Always a nice treat. Gotta ask who is gonna pay ahead of time. I think it’s worth paying today. I need the laugh.
*Don’t worry. He already has one, this one was all jacked up and cool looking. Because that’s worth $2600. 🙄🤪😂