6:30 p.m. Bobby and I just got done fucking. I hate the phrase “making love”. No, we didn’t make love. We straight up fucked. I don’t need romance and all that shit. Just fuck me good, fuck me hard, and fuck me raw. We hadn’t fucked in like 3 days so the sexual tension was building. It was good. I let him finish in my mouth this time. He deserved it. Bobby paid all the bills for the month of July. He got paid last night so we’re ahead on bills. The rent’s even paid up through September. I’m not gonna lie, one of the biggest reasons I let Bobby move in with me last year was because I wanted to be able to save my money. I use Bobby’s money for bills and groceries for the month and my money, I put towards spending money for the month, and then put a good chunk back into my savings account. I’m getting ahead financially, getting money saved up, and trying to be more responsible with my spending. I know never to depend on a man for money. Men come and go. I’ve learned this. So I know to always have a back up plan and money in savings, in case the guy falls through. Maybe it’s me having trust issues (I’ve been with Bobby for years and still know to always have a back up plan and money in savings in case shit hits the fan). I’m smart. I just don’t ever want to be completely dependent on a man. My check hits tonight so I’ll be grateful for that. đŸ™‚