*Hi all! This story is in order, but out of order rotationally. This would normally be Fisher’s story, but without further delay, here’s Harper’s story!

A little birdie told me that Hazel has been telling everyone that we didn’t fight after she tried to throw her drink in my face! The audacity! Those are straight out lies! She immediately lunged at me!

I won, of course! Also, this altercation happened well after her baby was born and *I* did not start it like some feral beast! I wish she would just move away and never return!

Since she could not stand the bitter sting of defeat, she tried again!

…And got whomped again!

Naturally, I declared her my enemy and am serving her with a restraining order. My daughter does not deserve to be around this. She is lucky I don’t report her for endangering her children!
In lighter news, Liam was promoted to Line Cook! (lv 5)

Lately my Mother’s ghost looms around me like the plague! While I am certain she is a figment of my imagination, I just cannot let the way she singled me out all those years go! I have tried mentally telling her off…

…Talking through my feelings with her…

And rehashing it out with her to no avail… She is now my enemy, and I will not reconcile with her this time…

My childhood friend, Sadie, came by on Sunday, and we cloud gazed. Sadie has Lazy, Practice Makes Perfect, and Materialistic traits. She is fantastic at putting my mind at ease and helping me see the big picture though all these struggles!
I’m so proud of Liam! He has completely maxed out the cooking skill!

Oddly enough, MY Nanny-Brandy McCartney is now my daughter’s Nanny! She seemed just as old as she was back then, but frozen in time somehow…

At 8:25 p.m. Harper aged up to be a Clingy Toddler…I hope it is not all the times Cassandra and Liam left her alone on the floor! I am a little worried, but no need to panic just yet… We invited almost everyone we knew except for the obvious sims… The party was a success! Silver medal!

Come Tuesday, I was promoted to Investor (lv.7) I knew I had to make the time to be with Gwendolyn as much as possible, so I started reading her bedtime stories more often. I cannot compete with Liam though-he makes the stories come to life in a way I could never…

How did this picture get in here… Chompy is the bane of my existence!

Here is Liam working his literary magic… I hope she does not love him more than me… I cannot help it that I have to be the breadwinner here!

I fear I am not feeling well lately… Mother scared the living daylights out of me early Wednesday morning! Just completely out of the blue too! She is becoming more and more real each day, it seems like!

We fought and *I* lost! Imagine that! I’m in the best shape of my life and I lose to an elderly ghost?! My career is suffocating me and I do not know how much more I can take!

We do not mention Mother in this household, yet Gwendolyn knows her! They play together and Mother is teaching her words! This house is definitely haunted and we need to move ASAP! At first I was incredulous and chalked it up to her immense imagination and maybe words in passing from Fisher, but this is impossible!

Why won’t she just leave us be?! Does anyone know of a priest or someone who can get rid of apparitions?! It’s not enough that she tormented me in life, but now she’s taking over my family as well!
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Jamal and I have been talking on the phone for some time now and have always been the best of friends. Liam was at work and we had been fighting a lot lately. He thinks I’m losing my mind, but isn’t being supportive. I no longer care about my use of contractions (take that Mother, you hypocrite!) Anyway, he happened to walk in during a heat of the moment kiss we shared!

He was in disbelief at first, but quickly tore into me right after he snapped out of it! Let him see! It’s his fault this all happened to begin with! Jamal’s erratic nature lends him an empathetic nature Liam simply doesn’t and never could have!

Of course, my boldness quickly vanished and I found myself begging him to stay! For the sake of Gwendolyn and ourselves-we can get couples’ therapy for cripes sakes…

He refused and we are through… He wants a divorce and is taking Gwendolyn! His lawyers are far superior to mine, so there’s no use fighting it… Damn it all! I will keep fighting to at least split custody-mark my words!
Thank you Dear Reader for sticking with me through my perilous and never ending misadventures!
-Harper Grove



































































































