#the lotharios

[javitrulovesims]

Casanova? I hardly know him 💋

[aquariustraits]

townie makeover: caliente household

[anamoon63]

WHAT HAPPENED WITH EMILY LOTHARIO 5/5 (AND LAST)

But also to Emily's surprise, after the slap Dean didn't get aggressive or tried to offend her again, on the contrary, the blow seemed to appease him, making him change his arrogant attitude for a more humble one.

"I'm sorry, Emily, I didn't mean what I said, the last thing I wanted was to offend you, I didn't want to hurt you and the kids either. Now I just want to end this in peace. Please, let's talk", he told her, as soon as he was able to recover. 

Emily felt bad at the moment for hitting him. But, well, at least it had done some good.

"I'm sorry too", she admitted. "Like I said, I'm not an abusive person, but you weren't nice at all and I snapped out of it, so I apologize again for that. As for us talking-- you and I have nothing left to talk about. You cut me out of your life years ago, today I do the same. I'll have my lawyer call you. Goodbye Dean", Emily said and left the houseboat.

"Well," Dean thought to himself as she drove away in the cab. "At least I'll get a divorce, and the kids can not say I didn't fight for them". 

Here ends the story of Dean and Emily Lothario, a marriage that began beautifully, and ended-- as it ended. 

Emily has returned to Sunset Valley and to her work at the Police Department alongside her dear friend and colleague Antoine, for whom, she has realized, she feels something special. Of course she's aware that Antoine is married, and after what happened to her with Dean, she would never do the same to Ella, Antoine's wife-- or their children.

It's a shame because she really likes Antoine and to her he's everything Dean could never be. If only she had met him before!

[simutterly]

The Lotharios

Somehow Don and Judith ended up married. This game cracks me up!

[ziemniaczko]

Cassie and Don more than enjoyed their anniversary date.

[sigmundsims]

Lothario House Makeover Photos (1/4)

[roaringdandelions]

DAY ONE

There are five stages of grief - denial, anger, depression, bargaining, and acceptance. Each individual person goes through each stage for different amounts of time, spurred by different reasons and events. There is no planning for each stage, and there is no cheating your way around them.

I have tried. I have miserably failed.

Her voice is soft, gentle. I picture her as being the kind of person to be wonderful around small animals and babies; she is naturally sweet, disarmingly personable. She invites you in with her charming serenity.

The words come at me slowly. The air sits still around us as I breathe a cloud of confusion through my nostrils. Stage one hits me hard. I find myself furiously typing on an imaginary calculator, trying to come up with how much time has passed since - there is no way that she -

How could no one tell me?

Stage two comes and goes, the cloud of mist blowing out of my nose like a furious dragon. I consider interrupting, but she is on a roll. She is not the enemy, I remind myself. Still.

Her eyes shift down to the snow crunched below our boots. I follow her gaze, realize that she is not wearing gloves in freezing weather. I remember her saying that the shelter she grew up in was not very well-funded, and that her clothes are a collection of items found in various lost-and-found bins around her home city. Her mouth is still moving, her words like a buzzing hum now; I cannot make each syllable out individually, and I don’t try to. Her smile, once eager and inviting, falters. Oh no. I’m going to make her cry by doing literally nothing to her. I’m just that good.

Does guilt at being an unintentional asshole qualify as being on stage three?

I nod encouragingly, which spurs another nerves-incentivized speech from her, and school my face into neutrality. I look at her hands again. She lets her arms hang by her sides, no doubt screaming at herself in her head to keep from shivering too obviously, though her knuckles are darkening from the temperature. For as sweet as she is, she is extremely disciplined. She’s a tough little thing, I muse. I find it very difficult not to want to get to know her better.

I hear the questions leave my mouth before I can filter them - what is her favorite color? What grade is she in? Does she have any siblings? She answers everything easily - she is eager to please. 

I realize with a jolt that she has my eyes. I wonder what else she has of mine. I pray feverishly to myself that it is not much.

There has been no forethought, no planning. I consider the necessary arrangements and the paperwork. The words leave my mouth, and her face cracks like an egg, all white teeth flashing and happiness pouring out. I surprise myself at how serious I am about it. 

I see her eyes beginning to fill with tears and realize that she is simply happy to be wanted, at last.

There are five stages of grief. The last stage is acceptance, of the situation and of your own pain. Of things that you cannot change.

But sometimes, life gives you a gift, and you can accept that, too. And the grief you feel - for the life you wish you had, for the chances not taken, for the one that got away - will finally fade.

The air will clear, and you will see the path ahead.

[budgie2budgie]

*** Dina: “- Eva!? ...How? ...” Don: “- I hired someone to find her...” Dina: “- How could you do that? ...You promised!” Don: “- I’m sorry, Dina, but she’s my daughter too! ...you made this decision! Not me!” Dina: “- You left me! ... I was alone!” “...Where is she now?” Don: “- She lives in San Myshuno, her name is Eva Romeo. Isn’t she beautiful!? She just turned 16″ Dina: “- Don’t you think I know that!? I think about her every day!” Don: “- Dina... Shouldn’t we try to contact her?” Dina: “- No! It’s not right Don!” Don: “- ...I love you Dina, I’ve always loved you, you’re ...you are the love of my life. We could be a family again!” Dina: “- Oh My Plumbob! Get away from me, you’re CRAZY! You’re in a relationship with my MOM, you cheated on her with my SISTER and you left me when I was only 16 and pregnant and now you think WE could start over again, after all of that? You’re INSANE! ...just leave Eva alone, Don, you’re no good for anyone!” *** (music)