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Simmers' Paradise / Sims Stories / Together Alone - Part 2 up -
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on: March 05, 2008, 01:46:35 pm
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I walked in. My heart sighed in relief.
A life away from Dane!
I walked into the first room on my left. ‘Bless!’ I thought, as I looked around. My older sister Jade must have painted, and decorated the room. I can’t believe how quickly everything was moving, considering I’d only announced my pregnancy five weeks ago. Luckily Jade had reacted better than Dane had. The tears welled up in my eyes.
I’d never lived alone before....
Shortly afterwards, Jade opened the door.
‘So do you like it then Alex?’ Jade asked.
‘Yeah, it’s great. I love the way you’ve assumed it’s going to be a boy though...’
‘I’ll have you know; blue is an extremely neutral colour!’ Jade replied jokingly.
I rolled my eyes; as usual she has to boss me around, I got the feeling I’d soon regret living near her.
‘Is it better than sunny Texas then doll?’ Jade said as she interrupted my thought.
I shrugged.
‘Dane's in Texas’ I sighed.
Jade looked at me disappointed before waving a finger in my face.
‘He cheated on you hun... He doesn’t deserve a second chance’ Jade added before wrapping her arm around me.
‘But Jade... It’s not fair. Dane’s the baby’s father. I can’t deny this kid a dad can I?’
‘Anyone can be a father Al but it takes someone special to be a dad and I’m afraid you aren’t going to find a dad in Dane. C’mon he’s messed your head up enough....’ Jade questioned.
‘Can I at least have contact with him? To update him about the baby and everything’ I asked - I don’t know why I was asking my sister for permission to talk to Dane but I guess just needed the reassurance that my decision was the right one.
Jade nodded before adding ‘Just make sure he doesn’t fool with you mind girl. Otherwise he’ll find you and you’ll be putty in his hands. He’ll make you come back to him. He’s that type.’
I hated getting the lectures but I knew somehow she was right. I repeated to myself as I said goodbye to Jade: ‘Reveal nothing to Dane’
The next day, I went to the ultrasound that I booked at the hospital two weeks ago. It felt strange going to a different hospital to my old one. But I kept on reminding myself that I was better off in California then I ever was going to be in Texas.
The appointment went well, and when I saw the foetus inside of me all I could think about was Dane. The nurse zoomed in on the foetus so the head filled the screen. I stared lovingly at the black and white imagine in front of me. The smile on my face seemed to be glued as the doctor went to the other side of the room; I lay back and day dreamed:
‘I have to tell Dane’
‘Dane?’ I asked nervously as someone the other side of the receiver picked up. ‘ The baby. It’s well and it’s healthy and it’s err.... doing fine’
‘Tell someone who cares!’ A female voice said.
It was Dane’s new girl. I could tell by the anger in her voice.
‘He’s not home anyway’ the female voice said bluntly before hanging up.
I turned away, ashamed that Dane’s new girl now knew about my little baby.
I can’t believe I was so naive to even think about ringing him.
‘I really am doing a crap job at hating him’ I said to myself as I covered my hands over my face, disappointed at myself.
I tried to dial his cell number. My fingers seemed to go number with every key I pressed. My heart pounded loudly.
I stopped.
I turned away from the phone once I had put down the receiver.
All I wanted to do was cry.
‘Damn girl, you need to go for a walk’ my conscious instructed me.
....Walking down to the grocery store I saw him...
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Sims 2 Community Downloads / Residential / Manor Road
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on: February 12, 2008, 10:57:03 am
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Any EP's required?? Yet another thing I've forgotten... thank you for reminding me. I have all eps and stuff packs par festive stuff. So yes, all Eps are required. Sorry, |
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Sims 2 Community Downloads / Residential / Manor Road
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on: February 11, 2008, 06:44:13 pm
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great house, i was wondering is it furnished and is custom content included yes it does, thank you for asking me. I forgot to put those small details on. *slaps head* :smt120 |
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Simmers' Paradise / Sims Stories / Chapter Four
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on: January 27, 2008, 09:30:42 am
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I couldn't believe it when the tests were done and everything was confirmed. That pregnancy test must be the best thing I’ve ever bought! I decided not to trust the pregnancy test 100% and went to my doctor to talk over some things and to get a proper test results. The doctors called my house a week later and confirmed what the pregnancy test had said...
My hands trembled so much that I could barely put the phone back. I paced around the room thinking “What next?” and then it hit me – I’d ring my mother. I nervously dialled my mothers’ number to tell her the great news and I slammed the phone down before she picked up. We’d fallen out many years ago over Will– she said that I was too young to be starting a new life with him; she was wrong and made a load of nasty things happen in an attempt to make me come home. So we haven’t spoken since. I don’t even think she knows what happened to Will anyway! I opened up the drawer of the table which the phone is on and found a valentine’s card from Will. It had two bears holding hands and kissing, inside it read:
“Happy anniversary Tia!
For better, for worse, through sickness and through health.
I can’t wait to be your husband.
Forever yours,
Will
Xxx”
I remembered him sneaking around the day before as he tried to hide the fact that he hadn’t yet got me a present. Then laughing at him all day, and just curling up on the sofa with a bar of chocolate. Then, reality and its cold words, thoughts and feelings struck me again. I’d lost him.
Time moved on, and my wounds got opened and healed again. Many different men came and went as i looked for a reason to live. I guess i must have turned into a bad mother as i left my baby with friends and went out on the town looking for my Mr. Right. Yeah, i was turning into a bit of a bitch, but I needed help. Some might have said professional help... and then one day, my friend Melissa slapped me across the face and told me that i needed to "grow up and face up to my responsibilities" and I knew i needed to do something.
So since that day, six years ago, I’ve never really felt anything other than a numbed pain. I even went to counselling to help sort out a few of the issues I had with my baby, and my grief. A flood of emotions hit me always hit me when I went to the sessions and I normally ended up crying throughout the whole thing. "I'm such a horrible person" i used to say, "and a bad mother too. Sometimes i can't even look at her - she reminds me so much of him..." i used to continue on for ages. My counsellor was great, he understood me, and gave me time and support. After a while, i didn't hurt so much when my baby looked at me or when she tilted her head like her father used to. I began to love her for being her and not part of a man that I needed more than her. It was a weird thing to explain, but when I saw the benefits of what my counselling was having on me. It was time to leave....
My counsellor said "We'd come a long way", and I agreed. We even had a huge summary of it all. But I don't remember my counselling for anything else other than the day that I met this mysterious man called Stefan outside the counselling practice. Stefan Morris was my counsellor's son and from the day we met - it was love. It might have been quite soon, some might think but five years on I've never looked back on asking him for a coffee, and i've never looked back on our first kiss.
Stefan was great, his short brown-blonde hair complemented his big blue eyes. He was my guardian angel who some how came to me when i needed someone the most. Stef was brilliant with my daughter too, I don't think she even realised he was he step-dad. Stefan and my marriage was amazing too, a big white wedding with family and friends around us.
My life was complete, i had the husband, the daughter, the life I so desperately wanted with Will. Nobody even seemed to mention Will any more, but that didn't stop me thinking about him. I never told any one anything I thought or felt, I never said "Will and I did that" or "Will and I were going to do that...", I cast him to the back of my mind and buried it. I visited his grave on the February 28th, and laid flowers by myself. I'd told my daughter about her father once when she was little but i don't think she understood - Stefan was her 'daddy' as far as she believed. I don't think she realised the guy called Will's grave i visited had anything to do with her.
Until, one day she came home from school, ran into the kitchen where Stefan and I were stood. Stefan held out his arms and said "How's my favourite little girl?", she ignored him and pulled me to one side with her little hand, and asked...
"Where's daddy?"
To be continued & pictures added in next few days*
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