A Wreck Of A Life
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A Wreck Of A Life

by MsBarrows

Based on the "Rags to Riches" Challenge from the Community Challenges Forum (

Goal Summary: For a sim to accumulate 100000 simoleons in unspent cash over the course of their life, starting with 3500 on an empty lot of any size.

A Wreck Of A Life

by MsBarrows

Based on the "Rags to Riches" Challenge from the Community Challenges Forum (

Goal Summary: For a sim to accumulate 100000 simoleons in unspent cash over the course of their life, starting with 3500 on an empty lot of any size.
I'm not sure what drew me here. I'd been walking along the shore road for a long time when I came across a small stretch of sand tucked in between two rocky outcrops, a ancient wreck nearby mute evidence that the lighthouse on the heights beyond was needed. The waves curled in off the ocean, thundering as they crashed onto the sands. They were more violent here then I'd seen elsewhere, driven in by a strong, cold wind that I found oddly invigorating. I felt as if it was slowly clearing the fog from my befuddled senses.

(Cash on hand: §3,500)
I stood and watched the waves for a while, then crouched down to touch the damp sand near the water's edge. It reminded me of happier times, at my family's summer house when I was a child. The sounds here were the same - screeching gulls, and the wash of the waves. Idly I began pushing the sand around, trying to build a sandcastle like the ones I had built with my father in those idle summers so long ago... but the best I could manage was a low mound of wet sand, which I knew would soon be erased by the unceasing waves. Oh, I've forgotten to tell you who I am, haven't I? My name is Colin Patrick O'Shaughnessy. My friends call me Chance. Or at least they did, back when I still had friends. My past is... well, that's my business, and none of yours. Suffice to say that when I found myself on this deserted bit of beach in late summer, I had every reason to believe my life as I had known it was over. My family, and those who had once called me friend - would no more be a part of my life. I was alone in the world. Though not, unsurprisingly, for long.

Curiosity reigns supreme, and it wasn't long until some inhabitants of the small town nearby came visiting to see who this strange young man poking around on the beach was. The woman, one Christy Stratton by name, turned out to be a real estate agent.

"I should point out that technically speaking, you're trespassing," she told me. "This is a private lot, not a public beach."

"Oh, come on Christy!" the blond man, Benjamin Long, interjected. "There hasn't been anyone interested in this lot in all the years you've been trying to sell it. Who knows, maybe this guy will want it!"

She gave me a dismissive look, taking in my unshod and unkempt appearance. "I doubt he can afford it," she said. "He doesn't look like he has §10 to his name, much less §8,800!"

Stung, I reacted in what was perhaps a senseless fashion. "Is that all?" I said, and pulled a bankroll out of my breast pocket and began peeling off bills. "Here... §8,800. You can bring the paperwork by later."
The woman was flummoxed, her companions only slightly less so. It effectively ended the conversation - the three soon left. And I... I was left on my own again, on the empty lot that I supposed would now be my home.

After they'd left I quietly checked the sad remains of my bankroll. Not much left... only 3,500 simoleons. I looked around my beachfront property and sighed.

"I'm going to need some better accommodations," I muttered to myself, then turned away and walked into town.
Three and a half thousand simoleons do not go far. I was able to purchase a small garden shed at a hardware store in town, big enough to give me some protection from the elements. It had barely enough room inside for a bed, toilet, and shower. At a second-hand store I picked out a refurbished fridge, a small, cheap table and folding chair, and a barbecue. A child's dresser was the only one I could afford in my currently much-reduced circumstances.

I picked up a few other necessities - clothing, a phone - and then indulged myself and spent most of my last few simoleons on books, and some bricks and boards to make a simple bookcase.
At least my tiny home was large enough to ensure privacy while I took care of necessary functions. By day's end, I was settled in. The accommodations were less then luxurious, the food nothing special, but the view.... ahhh, the view could not be beaten! Consideration of the few forlorn simoleons lingering in my possession brought me to another decision. I needed a job. ANY job!

A brief perusal of the newspaper turned up only one I had any relevant skills for - campaign worker for one of the local political incumbants. I might not know the man, or be familiar with the issues, but I could certainly smile, shake hands, and pass out literature!
I retired to bed, and was soon lulled to sleep by the crashing of the waves. In the days that followed I worked hard, scurrying off to work each morning, to paste a smile on my face and pretend all day to be someone who I was not; someone who cared about the future of this sleepy little town, who was aware of the issues and ardently supported the campaign of the man whose literature I was passing out.

Work at least kept me from dwelling on the past.
As time passed, I met more of my new neighbours... ...not all of whom seemed particularly nice. I grew used to having my privacy invaded by all kinds of visitors, both two-legged and four. Increasingly, I found myself thinking of how much less welcome the two-legged variety was. Four-legged visitors did not ask questions, or have expectations. What few dangers they presented tended to be obvious - and easily avoidable. As summer turned inexorably into fall, I increasingly found myself wishing for companionship. I found ways to fill my time but... I was lonely. By now about the only guests I regularly received were of the four-legged kind. To them I was a soft touch, a ready playmate, and usually had some tasty scraps of food to hand out. Still, I could tell by their plump and well-groomed, or sleek and fit condition that all of my furry friends had real families somewhere in town. Still, I welcomed their visits as a break in my otherwise monotonous routine. As I progressed at work, I was eventually able to enlarge my tiny hovel into an almost equally tiny house. It wasn't much, but with the days getting colder, it was a relief to have protection from the elements for more then just my bed and bath. Not that my accomodations were noticably more luxurious then they had been; my belongings were still few, just enough to meet my basic needs for sleep, cleanliness, nutrition, and enjoyment. Still, that first reheated TV Dinner was ambrosia compared to the monotonous diet of hot dogs and instant meals I'd been enjoying up until this point. And I was still able to enjoy my seaside view while eating it, too - without having to combat with the wind off the ocean in order to keep my plate on the table.

(Cash on hand - §62)
Still, I often found myself without things to do, my thoughts turning again and again to my abandoned past. My depression and loneliness deepened. Only my furry friends seemed able to cheer me up any more. It was becoming harder and harder to maintain a smiling, cheerful attitude at work. I tried to distract myself by building a small greenhouse onto my dwelling, so I could supplement my diet with cheap, fresh food during the coming winter. But even as I planted seeds, I knew this would not be enough. I knew, too, that I was becoming strange and withdrawn... and that part of me didn't care any more. Had not, indeed, cared for quite some time.

(Cash on hand - §1,752)
One day when working through the crossword puzzle in the paper, I happened to glance at the classified section - and discovered a solution to my loneliness. Kittens! Kittens for adoption! A fast phone call later, and I was elated to find myself the owner of an adorable little kitten. I named her Oyster, both in honour of my seaside residence and of her pale coat. She had me wrapped around her little paw from the moment her eyes first peered curiously into mine. No longer would my evenings be lonely, solitary affairs. I had my little lady to look after and keep amused. Of course, there were drawbacks. My first few days off of work finally came around. I was, frankly, relieved to be off. I knew my performance had been suffering, and more and more I found myself wanting to be in some other job - any other job! - rather then politics. But my skills were still low... my family had never been big on the idea of practical knowledge. I could eat a twelve course meal without ever picking up the wrong implement, but my knowledge of things like actually preparing such a feast? Almost completely non-existent. I tried to be more outgoing again, chatting with passing townspeople. Some proved to be fascinating conversationalists. And then I had a nasty encounter. A fellow I'd been talking with asked if he could use my bathroom. I, naturally, told him to go ahead. I was just finishing filling up a hole one of the neighbourhood dogs had made in my lawn when he re-emerged from the house, called a hurried farewell, and started to walk away. And then I heard a familiar meow... and realized he was walking off with Oyster!

"Hey!" I shouted, dropping my shovel and chasing after him. "That's my cat!"

Startled, he dropped Oyster to the ground and dashed off. I hurried over and picked her up, worriedly checking her over. She was fine. However, when I took her back indoors, I quickly noticed that several small possessions of mine had vanished - oh, nothing particularly valuable, just some shells and beach glass I'd gathered, but... well, whatever trust I'd ever had in fellow humans was now gone.

He'd try to steal my cat!

(Cash on hand: §1,287)
Winter soon arrived. The snow accumulated quickly. I was very glad I had a proper house to live in now, and not just the little shack I'd started with! Outside it might be bitterly cold, but inside was all warm and snug. And I finally found another job I was qualified for - unskilled labour in the construction industry, mixing cement. It didn't pay very well... but I was happy to make the change anyway!

I worked hard, enjoying having only to deal with mixing ratios and aggregate additions instead of the unruly public. Soon I was promoted to brick layer, a somewhat more skilled task.

One day my boss called me aside. I was worried about what he might want.

"Hey, you like cats, right?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I answered.

"Good. My daughter's cat had kittens a few weeks ago. I'm looking for homes for them. You take one, okay? It'll make me happy."

He wasn't the kind of man you said "No" to easily... and anyway, I liked cats.
Which is how I ended up bringing Otter home the next day. He was a cute little guy, and quickly showed signs of being a little more intelligent then Oyster was. She was a beauty, and friendly, but... well, let's just say her brains weren't her stong point, shall we? Of course, the addition of a second cat to the household did necessitate some changes.

(Cash on hand: §1,093)
Time passed. Oyster grew up into a lovely young cat. She and Otter seemed to get along well... I hoped that would continue. I couldn't bear it if I ended up having to give up one or the other of them! One day while struggling to clean my place a little, I found myself considering the idea of hiring someone to do it for me. I'd rather spend my time studying in order to advance in my job, or playing with my furry friends, then scrubbing out toilets and wiping down counters!

And so, I hired a maid.

Now don't go getting any ideas about me and the maid!
His name was Remington, and he spent more time complaining about the state of my appliances then actually cleaning them.

(Cash on hand: §2,251)
As winter slowly passed, my first crop of tomatoes came in. They weren't very good ones... in fact, I'd go so far as to call them decidedly sickly. But the spaghetti sauce made of fresh tomatoes I had for dinner that night was the best meal I'd had since leaving home. Otter grew up in his turn, an affectionate and playful cat with a sleek grey-brown coat, rather like his namesake. By the time spring finally arrived, I decided to once again expand my house, adding on a separate bedroom. I was doing well at work - I'd been promoted a couple of times, and was now managing one of the boss's several construction companies. It meant dealing with people again - my construction crew - but it was still a far more pleasant job then my stint in politics had been!

(Cash on hand: §100)
I also bought a few more things to make my life more comfortable. It was pleasant to be able to listen to music or watch TV shows again. And a positive pleasure to sleep in a bed big enough that I didn't feel like I was going to fall out of it every time I turned over! I was starting to feel like my life was coming together again. I had a home, a good job, friends... granted, mainly of the kind that walks on four legs rather then two! And Oyster and Otter really seemed to be getting along well.

(Cash on hand: §1,545)
Sure enough, as spring rolled over into summer, I woke up one morning to find that some time during the night, Oyster had given birth to a litter of four kittens! Two males and two females. I named the males Ponch and Perogie, and the females Periwinkle and Precious.

I was going to need more food bowls.

(Cash on hand: §4,777)
I soon found myself feeling that I was spending all of my time filling food bowls and scooping litter boxes. Something had to be done! The solution was all too obvious; I needed to get rid of some of the kittens.

I invited Christy Stratton to come over - we'd become friends in the months since I'd bought the beach lot from her - and was as charming as I could be. When I suggested to Christy that she could have one of Oyster's kitten, she was delighted, and picked out Precious.
Denise Jacquet also took a kitten, though she insisted on paying me for him.

"I can tell you need the money a lot more then I do," she said with a warm smile. "This little fellow will give me company while my son is at work during the days - and give him something to remember me by once I'm gone."

I was pleased to see Perogie go to a good home.
Denise dropped by every now and then to tell me how Perogie was doing. Gradually a true friendship formed between the two of us.

And then one day... well, one day I looked up at her, and really saw her - the wreck of the beautiful woman she must once have been, not a conventionally pretty face by any means, but strong-willed and proud.

My new awareness of her - of her as a beautiful woman - flustered me.
It did not fluster her.

Suffice to say that in the days that followed, she taught me many things about grace and dignity, and kindness. And somehow... somehow I was not surprised when she revealed a greater knowledge of me then I had thought anyone could have.
"Something has hurt you badly, boy," she told me one day as we lay together. "Badly enough that you're trying to escape your past. You can't ever really do that, you know. We carry our past with us, like unwelcome luggage full of outgrown clothes."

"I think you've turned to me because I'm a *safe* option," she continued, then smiled, that glorious smile that made her real beauty shine through so clearly to me. "At my age you tend to take what crumbs of affection you can get. You've provided me a banquet of them, you know! You've been such a gift to me, Colin... but you're a gift I can't keep. Someone out there is the person you should really be giving yourself to."

And with quiet grace and dignity, she brought our brief affair to an end, though we remained close friends afterwards.

I could not even convince myself that I was heartbroken by how it ended; not when I knew how cruelly the real lash of spurned affection stung.

(Cash on hand: §5,777)
As the year rolled around to autumn once again, Ponch and Periwinkle grew up as well. Ponch was a particularly lovely cat, with his dark points on a light coat, and I resolved to breed him. Which is how Sherbet came to join my ever-increasing feline family. She grew up into a beautiful tortoiseshell cat... ...and much to my relief seemed quite friendly with Ponch. I frequently found the two curled up together near each other. I'll admit the sight gave me a slight pang, thinking of what might have been... had things gone differently for me. My progression at work was good. I became an apprentice to one of the architects, and under his tutelage eventually became trusted with drafting plans myself. To my shock, I was soon invited to become a full partner of the firm!

Things were going well for me. Sometimes I worried that they were going too well. When I mentioned this to Denise one evening on the phone, she laughed.

"This is a small town, Colin my dear. I've already heard through the grapevine what a dedicated worker you've proved to be. People like you, you know - you're a local character. The man who showed up on the beach in a tuxedo, bought the lot - paid cash, mind you! - and now lives in a shack there with a bunch of cats. People can't decide if you're totally crazy - or one of the sanest people they've met," she added, the humour in her voice evident.

I wasn't sure how I felt about that.
Still, it was nice to know that my neighbours by and large seemed to have a good opinion of me. I began to feel less self-conscious about being seen by people when I was out working or playing in the yard or greenhouse. Not that I'd played much, lately. Thinking back, I realized I'd been so busy with work and the cats that I hadn't even used my beach over the summer!

I was starting to feel a little burnt out, I realized. Perhaps I needed a break? I did have some vacation days banked...
One night Sherbet gave birth to another kitten, a lovely little female feline I named Marmalade. So many cats in the house was more then I could handle. When one of the neighbours made me a good offer for Periwinkle... well, I decided it was for the best, and said farewell to her as well. I decided to go ahead and take a couple of days off, to just relax and spend time at home with the cats. It was nice to actually eat lunch in my own home. I honestly could not remember the last time I'd had a break in my work schedule - with all the switching between positions I'd done, it had been a long, long time since I'd been working the same hours long enough to hit a day off. The cats were pleased to have me home, and I spent several hours playing with them, especially Oyster, my favourite. I even managed to force myself to relax long enough on the second day to just lie back and watch some rather mindless TV.

(Cash on hand: §21,869)
Soon enough it was back to the daily grind of getting up early to change litter boxes and fill food bowls before dashing off to another day of work. At least my garden was producing plenty of fresh vegetables to keep me well fed. I often grabbed a power shake instead of preparing a proper meal; it was so much faster then cooking anything was. Some of the combinations I tried were a bit odd, it really depended on what was ripe at any given time. For some reason I always seemed to end up with far too much eggplant planted. While my cats were getting along by and large, I was beginning to notice problems. Sherbet was a very friendly and agressive cat, while the rest were more independent. They'd begun to take issue with her friendliness - to the point of my having to break up fights on more then one occasion. And noticing how forlorn Marmalade was when none of the other cats were paying attention to her, I began to worry that she was taking after her mother. To my delight, Oyster produced another kitten, a female. I named her Vagabond. Oyster seemed quite pleased with herself about the kitten. It would, I knew, be her last - she was approaching elderhood. Marmalade grew into an adult. She was, it seemed, very like her mother in personality. Fights between my feline friends became more frequent. I even came across Ponch and Oyster battling it out one day!

It was the final straw. I knew I had to find a different home for Sherbet and Marmalade, one where they would get the love and attention they needed.
As soon as she heard that I wanted to get rid of another pair of my cats, Denise came over. She wanted both of them she told me - one to be her son's pet, and one as a present for a friend. Once again she insisted on paying me for them. "Thanks, Denise... I know I can trust you to see that my two friends end up in homes worthy of them," I told her.

Denise smiled, and took the pair away. Peace returned to my house.

By now, Oyster was showing her age, and I knew Otter would begin to do so as well in the very near future. I couldn't stand the thought of not having her descendents around to keep me company. Having just gotten rid of Ponch's mate and child, I didn't want to get another female for him... but there was Vagabond. She'd be old enough to breed eventually... of course, she'd need a mate she wasn't related to... which ruled out Otter and Ponch.
Which is how Leaf came to join my family.

(Cash on hand: §34,573)
One day I bumped into Benjamin Long walking by. We got to talking, and he told me that I should get out and about more, meet more people... his suggestion was that I go down the road to Bluewater Village and do a little shopping - maybe update my look. Which is how I came to find myself sitting nervously in a chair at the Bluewater Salon, waiting for my turn in the chair. The personal style choices of some of the stylists there worried me a little, frankly. I ended up getting handed over to an attractive young woman named Marie - Marie Monif. She had sparkling green eyes, red hair, and legs that just woudn't quit.

I'll admit I was a little smitten.
She worked on me for a while, then showed me the final result.

"Honestly, I couldn't find anything to change, really... so all I did was give you a skin cleansing and trim the split ends out of your hair. I hope you're okay with that?" she asked nervously.

Actually, I was rather flattered. I thanked her, tipped her, and headed back home.
Vagabond grew up. She looked a lot like her father, Otter, but with some of Oyster's colouring as well. I was now anxiously awaiting Leaf's maturation, dying to see what he looked like... and hoping the friendship he and Vagabond had formed as kittens was enough for them to breed. Spring rains were frequent, but I barely noticed them... my design had been selected for the new City Hall building! And I'd been given a sizeable bonus at work because of it.

And yet, as busy as I was with both cats and co-workers... I found myself feeling increasingy lonely once again.

(Cash on hand: §53,160)
I tried to stave off my loneliness by spending more time playing with the cats, but even cuddling with my best girl Oyster failed to raise my spirits significantly. Leaf finally grows up as well, and is a charming cat with quite lovely colouring. I can hardly wait to see what his and Vagabond's kittens will be like!

Unfortunately all is not well in my feline family. Ponch has become increasingly aggressive toward his parents and sibling, and with regret I realise I will need to find him a new home as well.
Thankfully my friend Benjamin has become interested in cats after meeting mine, and is willing to provide a home for Ponch. With the number of cats currently in the household back down to four, I find myself able to spend a little more time on my own pursuits, such as digging for treasure in my yard. With all the wrecks there have been just off the coast here over the centuries, finds are plentiful. On particularly good nights, I begin to wonder whether perhaps I might be able to make more money by thoroughly excavating my yard then by working in an office all day. The idea has a certain amount of allure.

My loneliness continues. I find my thoughts often turning to a certain briefly-met woman with red hair and green eyes.

(Cash on hand: §60,978)
One day I can stand it no longer. I return to the salon where I'd met Marie. She is not there - some man with a long blond ponytail is standing by the chair she'd been manning. I don't recognize any of the staff as having been there when I met her.

I question the stylist. He shrugs, looking bored.

"This place changes employees like excited taxi drivers change lanes. Never heard of her."

I leave feeling depressed. How will I find her!?
And so begins my quest through town, visiting business after business, seeking a redhead named Marie. It's approaching midnight when, discouraged, I return to the salon to make a final check before heading home. The staff has changed to a different shift while I was gone - and there she is! Hesitantly I approach her.

"Hi... I don't suppose you remember me, I came here a few weeks ago?"

"Of course I remember you. It's not often I get someone in my chair that I can't really improve upon!"

"Well... I'd like you to give it a second try. Maybe something with my hair?"
"Well... if you're sure. Hrmm... All right, I think I can come up with something. Love that shirt by the way, it's so much nicer then what you were wearing last time you were here! It's from Papaya Regime, right?"

Gods. She remembers me well enough to remember what I was wearing... perhaps my interest isn't as one-sided as I'd feared.
She does find something to do with my hair. I'm pleasantly startled by the difference it makes in my appearance. After that I become a nightly visitor to the salon, each time finding some minor thing that Marie can do - a manicure, a pedicure, thinning my eyebrows, a cleansing facial treatment. We always talk for a while beforehand and afterwards. I try to be as charming as I'm capable of. And when one night, near shift end, I ask if she'd like to go out for dinner - she agrees! We talk until our food goes cold and the wait-staff starts making pointed remarks about the length of our stay. Finally we give in and rise to our feet, ignoring the glares the waitress gives us as she snatches up and carries off our plates. I pay for our meal, being sure to include a hefty tip to make up for the inconvenience we've been. Then, heart in my throat... I invite Marie to come home with me. She bites her lip, considers for a moment... and says yes. As we wait for the taxi to take us to my place, I kiss her for the first time. It's a little awkward, we're both hesitant... but it's very sweet. She stares at the ocean as we climb out of the cab. "Oh, wow, this place is so beautiful! And it's really all yours?"

I smile. "Yes. I share it with a few cats... I hope you like cats?"

"Love them!" she exclaims, and sighs. "But my building doesn't allow pets," she adds enviously.

She likes cats. She is PERFECT!
Things progress fairly rapidly after that. When we wake together the next morning, I know I'm in love with her. I'm... shocked. I never expected to really feel this way about anyone ever again, not after...


I invite Marie to move in with me. She's surprised, but as the infatuation is mutual, it doesn't take much for her to decide that, yes, she'd love to move in with me, cats and all.
Perhaps the wreck I've made of my life is not entirely beyond salvage after all.

(Cash on hand: §76,650)
Marie loves the ocean even more then I do. I'm happy enough just being near it, hearing it, seeing it smelling it... Marie spends every free moment she can in or beside it. She swims like an otter, much better then I do.

"I grew up in a seaside town," she tells me with a smile and a shrug.
With her as an example, I too begin spending less time in the house studying and cleaning, and a little more time relaxing and enjoying myself. One morning while we're both preparing for work - Marie has left the salon and is now in the military - Vagabond gives birth to a little male kitten. Somehow the event doesn't seem as important to me as it once would of been. I let Marie name the kitten. She chooses the name Shadow.
Our life together settles into an enjoyable routine as time passes. One day I come home from work with good news - I've been promoted to City Planner! I hurry down to the beach and join Marie in the ocean, telling her all about it.

She congratulates me, but sounds a little distracted, even worried. I ask her what's wrong.

"Colin... I think I might be pregnant," she says apprehensively.

I stare at her in shock for a moment, shen shout joyfully and swim over to her, enveloping her in an awkward hug. A wave breaks over with, and we emerge from it coughing and sputtering, a wide grin still on my face.

"You want a baby then?" she asks happily.

"Yes! Whyever would you think I didn't?" I ask.

"Well... there's all the cats. And we've been living together so long now, but... you don't seem to be in any hurry to get married or anything..." she nearly whispers.

I stare at her, apalled. I realise I've been taking her and her compansionship too much for granted.
"We need to talk," I say quietly, and swim back toward the beach. Marie joins me, looking at me questioningly.

"It's... about my past," I say. "I've never told anyone before how I ended up here."

I look away, unable to continue. Even now, after so long, the memory is still so painful... I kneel down and begin awkwardly making a sand castle. Marie silently joins me, sensing, I suppose, that I need a moment to think.

I force myself to continue, my voice a monotone as I fight to keep my emotions in check.

"You know that old wive's tale, about how the role of the best man is to marry the bride if the groom doesn't show up? Well... my best man did. Only it wasn't because I didn't show up," I add bitterly.

"I met her in college. We started dating... I was madly in love with her. We graduated, I proposed, wedding arrangements were underway. She came to stay with us before the wedding."

I take a deep, steadying breath, not wanting to continue.
"Which is how she came to meet my best man - my older brother James. Looking back, I think they started an affair within the first two days. Which I didn't know about then, of course," I continue, unable to keep the pain out of my voice any longer. I rise to my feet, walk away. I can feel Marie watching me, listening, silent.

"Not until the morning of the wedding. We were already at the church, gathered in the vestibule, ready to enter... she suddenly turned to me and told me she couldn't go through with it. That she loved someone else. I was still in shock from that when my brother got down on one knee and proposed to her."

"It was bedlam for a while. And then... well, we were at the church, everything was arranged, she was still marrying into the family... they went ahead with the ceremony, only with a different groom, and no best man. I turned and walked out, and never looked back."

"Oh, Colin!" Marie said, and then her arms were around me, hugging me so tightly... "I'm so sorry!"

And I started to cry.
We went back up to the house again after that, silently changing back into our everyday clothes. I felt weird the rest of the day, fragile.

That evening, Marie was reading aloud from a book about pregnancy and childbirth, and I sat there watching her. Thinking. She was going to be the mother of my child, and I loved her.

Did I really fear marriage more then I loved this wonderful woman?


And so, I got down on one knee, and proposed.
We had a private ceremony, just the two of us with the wind and the waves for witness, and the crying of gulls for our wedding march. Marie was radiant, and as I slipped the ring onto her finger I felt really, truly happy for the first time in years. I stopped fearing what the future might bring, knowing only that my present was perfect. We sit on the sand together, watching the sun slowling slipping down the sky, talking about our future together. As day fades to dusk, we rise and return to the house, hand in hand.

(Cash on hand: §94,176)
It was an idyllic time for us, as summer changed to fall and the winter approached. Marie still swam as much as she could, enjoying the relief the bouyant waters gave to her increasingly sore back and aching feet. Oyster passed away, at a ripe old age for a cat. We buried her in the yard, and planted a lilac tree on her grave.

(Cash on hand: §99,726)
As Marie's belly swelled with the new life within, our happiness together increased. And I began work on my most important building design ever...

(Cash on hand: §100,154 - challenge complete!)
...a better home for us all. Marie and I, and little Dennis O'Shaughnessy.

~the end~

(Cash on hand after building and furnishing new home: §22,025)

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#44Jun 16, 2008

Aww, I really enjoyed that. Of course I figured I would love anything you wrote. \;\)

#45heavenleigh24Jun 16, 2008

Great job!!!

#46Jun 23, 2008

This story was a really great read! I hope you update the story and follow their childs life.

#47aaa00aJun 23, 2008

Great story MsBarrows! I read it last night but forgot to leave a comment to let you know I \:wub\: it.

#48Sxylady_1978Sep 15, 2008

great story \:rah\:

#49PhilosophizerNov 11, 2008

Wow, I felt like crying when Oyster died...

This is easily the best story I have ever read. You have my kudos.

#50wolfspryteMar 10, 2009

WONDERFUL!  I actually got misty eyed when Oyster died! Perfect! Loved the screen shots.

#51wolfspryteMar 10, 2009

WONDERFUL!  I actually got misty eyed when Oyster died! Perfect! Loved the screen shots.

#52oreo2745Apr 27, 2011

This is honnestly one of the best stories I've read on here \:D I love how you had a sim that has gone through so much be able to pull it together and end up happy in the end! Not too many stories are like that anymore! I really enjoyed it! \:D

#53tristen_love23Aug 26, 2011

aww \:\( poor Oyster.. but amazing story.. i wish there was more lol :P

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