Hope

[Ollie]

Days began to blur together quickly. My days consisted of two things:
1. Dumpster diving (which I could easily earn 1,000 simoleons a day from, although it did make me extremely nauseous)




and 2. Drinking until passed out.



I knew it wasn't the healthiest lifestyle especially with my child, but I had to do what I had to do to get by.


Speaking of kids time flew by so fast that I barely noticed Gracie's change from toddler to child.





A new day began and so did a hangover, oh and so did Gracie's first day of school of course.





Later in the day, after my dumpster diving and after Gracie had gotten home, I ate some cake and sat down. As I sat down I heard a farting noise, which seemed odd.





When I did the dishes water sprayed in my face, but I still didn't think much of it.





I became more aggravated later when someone had put hair dye in my shampoo.





When I flushed the loo, that was the final straw. Toilet stuff flew into my face.



Either I was having a really bad day or...



"GRACIE?!" I yelled out at her.
"What?" She called back in an annoyed tone.





"What the hell is wrong with you?" I scolded her.
We continued to argue for quite a period of time.


Soon I accidently blurred out, "I hate you, you disrespectful accident."
As soon as she cried, I had no choice but too apologize.



Great now I had a Wife who committed suicide with police constantly bugging me about it suggesting that I killed her, a missing child and now I also have a troublesome child- oh and i'm an alcoholic. Life was just fantastic I tell ya.





Over the weekend I decided to mend Gracie and I's relationship by showing her what I used to love to do back when I had spare time- going to the gym.


She appeared to take quite a fondness to the gym and I think she actually liked it.



After showering we took a quick snack from the gyms fridge.





If only we could do this everyday.





Although little did I know that Gracie had gotten up to a bit of mischievous while we were there.