Ramblings of a Sim Addict

The following is directly from Roslynn’s diary:

Dear Diary,
I’ve heard that confession is good for the soul and can even help you come to terms with what you have done. Well, that is why I am pouring my heart out on these pages. I have no one else to turn to, at least, no one that I would trust with this secret. If the truth ever came out, it would ruin too many lives and I couldn’t bare the pain or responsibility. To be honest, writing down the happenings of the last few years isn’t a smart idea either,(my father always told me to never commit to paper what you don’t want another living person to know) but I fear it is the only way to clear my conscious.

I should start at the beginning, Anna had just turned into a toddler and I was preparing to return to work. Thomas had arranged to stay home during the day and care for Anastasia. He loved spending time with her and they would play for hours in her room.

That is where I would find them when I came home from work. I adored my husband and my children (I still do) and relished in the special time I had with Anna; she was my little princess.

As much as I loved my family, I still had a longing to pack up and move away. Not to escape the roles of mother and wife, but to capture the excitement I had had when I lived as a gypsies. My heart was aching for adventure. I tried for weeks to quell the feelings; I didn’t want to risk losing my family for a few minutes of exhilaration.
I’d almost managed to convince the longing in my gut that I didn’t need anything else in my life, when it happened.
There were many things I needed to catch up on at work, so I was working closely with a fellow colleague. He was a handsome man, in his mid thirties. He had fiery red hair and an equally fiery spirit. There was chemistry between us from the first day we met, but I dismissed the feelings as “pregnancy” hormones. Now, however, it was clear the attraction was more than just hormones.

He’d come home me with one day, so he could continue catching me up on the latest constitutes’ mail. The evening was slowly approaching and it had come time for him to leave. I walked him out to his car; he turned and caught a piece of my hair in-between his fingers.

“Your a beautiful woman,” he said sensusally. “I can see why I’ve fallen for you.”

I didn’t know how to respond to him, part of me was flattered, but the other part knew it was wrong. He didn’t give me time to respond, he grabbed me around the waist and gently pressed his lips to mine.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I met you,” he sighed breathlessly. “I should be leaving, Roslynn, have a good evening.”

I didn’t respond, I couldn’t. My head was spinning and I just stood there, on the sidewalk, watching him drive away. My heart was pounding in my ears and my lips were still tingling from his kiss. Suddenly, my stomach fluttered, there was excitement and danger with this man, just what I’d been longing for. I knew at that moment, I would be seeing this man again…