My phone just got n u k e d like fifteen minutes ago, because I fumbled on my way in the door from work and dropped it. I was super upset because next Monday is my turn to pay for me and my boyfriends date, since he works as a GM at our store.

He works his damn ass off and I wanted to take him to a spa, spend an hour just relaxing, maybe go to Olive Garden. I knew I wouldn't be able to afford it if I had to pay for a new ass phone, and there's no way I can save it for a couple more weeks. I texted my grandma about it. (it was hard man, a quarter of my keyboard isnt working and it started glitching like crazy) She promptly said she'd pay for a new phone.

Now, I'm a trans dude. I wear my binder an hour or two longer than I should nightly, cause when I'm not binding that's when the dysphoria gets really bad. My friend and boyfriend confronted me on this tonight and I was having a rough time coping with it. I know they're right. But honestly, my phone getting absolutely reked after having an emotional evening was just a bit too much. I was about to start crying, and then almost cried anyway when she texted me that.

It means so much to me that she's got my back, especially when I really was looking forward to having a good evening with my boyfriend. Because of my CHAD grandma, I can still give my man the evening off he deserves.