That baby monitor that we purchase years ago was a Godsend during the first few months of having two children.
I was still sure to give Mollie as much love and attention as I could with baby Oliver.
With Victor gone so much I had to learn how to do things on my own. I fixed the dishwasher on my own when it broke! I was so pleased.
Most nights I spent eating alone. I made us wonderful dinners but Victor was always lecturing. He knew we didn’t need the money. My potions were in such high demand that selling only a few would pay our bills and allow us a comfortable lifestyle for months.
The nights that Victor was home we ate in silence until one of the children cried. Then I would head off to take care of the kids while he finished eating.
“Hey, Liddy. I haven’t been the best husband for a while. Do you want to go out on a date tonight?”
“But what about the kids? I’ve never left them with a babysitter…”
“Screw it! They’ll be fine!”
So we called the agency and off we went.
We stayed out all night. We saw a SimFest, ate at the local diner, went to a coffee house and ultimately ended up at the Gypsy Caravan.
It felt like we were us again and not just Victor and Lydia.
Sometimes I forget how much I love that man. I know he’s working hard to provide for us but we miss him. I miss him. I miss us.