(Warning: sexual content near the end) I feel a lot better since my last entry. I don't know what caused my ill-feelings but they went away after about a day or two.

As I said in my previous entry as well, the Valentine's day card I made for Da on Zazzle didn't work out. Stupid copyright bullshit. So the next day, Friday, January 29th, I remade it on Google slides and saved it as a PDF. I sent that PDF to the UPS Store and I picked it up on Tuesday, February 2nd. It is absolutely perfect. I still haven't folded it yet, but that's because Da has been at my house since I picked it up (except overnight because my grandma is a prude).

Tomorrow I might add the written portion to the card. I really wanna write it down on my phone or something first and give it a lot of thought so it'll be perfect. I also bought some Valentine's Hershey Kisses for us to share when he opens his Vday gift and card.

Last week Da found out that his work was adding a new policy that is really bullshit so he decided to look for a new job. He got a new job and started Friday the 29th. He will be working full time, 2-11pm, Tuesdays and Wednesdays off.

I love that he's already happier at this job and he's probably getting paid more (well, definitely getting paid more but I don't know the specifics). However, I haven't been able to talk to him as much now. It sucks.

Maybe because I'm PMSing or maybe because I'm a clingy baby (actually mostly the first part but also a little of the second part), I cried Monday, February 1st, because I missed him so much.

I knew it was silly to cry over him but I love him so much and sometimes you just gotta cry.

That wasn't the last time I cried that day though.

That night I was uploading my diary entries to a locally accessed website I made on my laptop (to preserve them just in case something ever happens to The Open Diaries) while in the living room with my dad.

All of a sudden my dad asks me what I'm doing and I try to avoid the question. I say, "nothing," and probably "none of your business," as well and he gets mad at me because I won't tell him. "You usually don't act like that when it's just you and me in here. Why are you acting like an asshole?" I finally tell him what I'm doing and say that I didn't want him to know I had a diary. He continues calling me an asshole and when he decides to go to bed, he says, "goodnight, asshole." I say, "okay, goodnight."

I started crying after he left, mostly out of anger. How dare he call me an asshole because I want my privacy? It's none of his business what I do on my phone or my laptop. If I don't want to tell him he should respect that. I wasn't being mean about it at first, I was just like "nothing" but he kept asking so I was a bit more "aggressive" with my rejection of his questioning.

But I'm the asshole. Because I want privacy.

Yeah, okay.

He gave me the silent treatment for the next two days. He only broke it to say "love you, night-night" and today while talking to Da and I.

If you want to be a child about it, fine. Whatever. I'm not apologizing. There's nothing to apologize for.

...

I believe since Da felt bad about me crying (or maybe because he was missing me just as much) he decided to spend both yesterday and today with me.

Yesterday Da came bearing gifts. He gave me all three pokemon wall lights that are currently on pokemoncenter.com. A Pikachu, an Eevee, and a Snorlax. He also gave me a gem tree (copper wire with citrine "leaves") and a resin pyramid that also had a tree in it (he actually didn't notice until I pointed it out). The pyramid had peridot at the top, copper wire for the tree trunk, and blue gems as the base.

When it was time to eat, I decided to show him the matching tumblers I bought for us from etsy. They are Among Us themed and customized with our preferred settings. He's cyan with a witch hat and the name Vaddix, I'm yellow with a party hat and the name fkn tragic. Cyan is saying, "Yellow is sus." And Yellow is saying, "Cyan is sus."

I poured Coke (our fav) in both and presented it to him and he actually didn't notice all the details at first (he was just like, "oh cool") until I pointed out the customization. He loved it.

My cup is absolutely perfect, but Da's actually has a crack in it. I told the seller and they said they will make another and send it to me.

After we ate, we cuddled and napped for a little while.

(Adult content incoming)

After my grandma went to bed and it was close to time for Da to leave, we both started getting horny.

He got handsy with my boobs and was very turned on by my quiet moans of pleasure. I told him I wished he had more hands and that's about when I decided to go get a towel and close the door most of the way.

We quickly got naked and he put the condom on and continued a little more with foreplay before inserting his dick and starting some of the sweetest sex I've ever had.

He was going so slow and looking me directly in the eyes, just the way I like. Each gentle thrust felt like he was saying "I love you." It felt amazing. I didn't want that to end, but the longer it went on, the harder I wanted it. I didn't say anything but it's like he knew almost exactly when to start going harder and faster (tbh he could've started going harder a few moments sooner but it was great regardless and I'm not complaining).

He came first and kept going even after I came. It felt so good to have him inside me. I didn't want him to stop, but he was starting to shake and I knew my legs were going to complain when I would stand up later.

We cuddled afterwards and he started petting my cheek. It was so nice and soft. I felt loved. I said, "you should pet me somewhere else, too." So he petted me on my left cheek and between my legs. God the amazing sensations didn't stop. I felt so spoiled and so very much like a princess. I came hard. He said he felt me squirt a little on his leg.

At this point it was a little after midnight and he probably should've left at least an hour ago. We cuddle for a little bit longer and then clean up. Sadly, he leaves, but I feel content and happy knowing he's coming over again the next day.

...

Today I was woken up by my phone vibrating. Da was calling me. He told me he had an accident. He got a flat tire on his way to my house. I woke up and told my parents and they went out to help him.

After Da, his dad, and my dad got the spare on, my parents and Da came back to the house. Then Da and I went to go get a new tire which turned into 3 new tires. We had to wait 2 hours before we could leave.

While we waited, I picked up a USB extender and a USB hub so that I can use all of my Pokemon lights at once without the need for batteries.

Before we got back to my house, I bought us some Wendy's and Da bought us some milkshakes. It wasn't until about 6pm (or later) that we got back to my house.

Da spent a while talking to his dad on speakerphone (his dad did most of the talking and was also talking to my dad).

Then my dad asked Da about his dad's family business (car related stuff) and why Da wasn't involved in it. Eventually my dad asks where it's located and Da tried to give directions from memory and one landmark he mentions was described as, "The Money Place." I died from laughing. The place he was describing was a check cashing store. But The Money Place works, too, I guess, lmao.

(We cuddled and napped for the rest of the day and nothing sexy happened and he left shortly after 11pm and here we are.)

He struggles and he tries his best and I love him. I love him so fucking much.

Yatiglobalsolutions's Dear Diary