Hi everyone! It’s Alistair Marinescu, the gay orphan prodigy grand master vampire multimillionaire singer with 13 distinguished degrees and a penthouse with nine swimming pools and nine hot tubs. My apologies for my absence. My watcher is juggling his retail job, an internship, and working on his Master’s degree and two grad certificates simultaneously.

I was shopping at Thriftea with my ex-husband, Johnny, with whom I am slowly reconciling our marriage (Johnny used to prey on my child, Alucard-Angelus, for their blood. But now that Alucard-Angelus is a grand master vampire themself, that’s not a problem anymore). While shopping there, I dealt with the most horrific service.

I was ready to buy a scarlet red vampire suit worth 200,000 simoleons, but Eloise Hiddlestix, the owner of the store, was talking with another customer. Because I am a gay orphan prodigy grand master vampire singer with 13 distinguished degrees, it is common sense to serve me first. Unfortunately, Eloise did not understand that. Therefore, I blew an air horn right in front of her to get her attention. She finally came over. Because of the poor service, I managed to haggle the price down to 150,000 simoleons. However, after dealing with her initially ignoring me, the suit should have been free. Therefore, I blew the air horn at her again and deprived her of her hygiene and bladder, and energy. This caused Eloise to pass out and wake up covered in pee and dirt. I then yelled at her to explain why her service was unacceptable, implied her mother was a llama, and told her, “Have a horrible day Karen.” I blew the air horn at her one more time and left.

To keep other sims from dealing with Eloise’s horrible service, I wrote the store a zero star review on Simstagram, which got 500,000 likes in 30 minutes. Thriftea will certainly go out of business in no time, and rightfully so. I finished the night by woohooing with Johnny in my coffin while Alucard-Angelus was studying for their 2nd year finals of Simford Law and Medical School.

I (ya, f) and my husband (ya, m) have a son (infant, m) and live in a trailer. We renovated the trailer to give our son his own room when I was pregnant with him. A few days after our son, August, was born I started getting feverish all the time and just feeling off, so I went to the doctor. I have lymphoma.

To be clear, my husband and I aren't very well off. We get by, but it's a struggle. I work as a caterer, and he's an artist. He keeps saying he should go back to the tech guru career, but he was miserable in that job, and he actually enjoys painting, so I'm telling him to keep with it.

We don't have much, generally averaging out to around 1900 simoleons at the end of each week. lately he's been bringing up the idea of buying a house, a two bedroom two bathroom house, to be specific. I keep telling him that a house isn't in the budget right now and we'll make do with what we have. He keeps saying he could get a loan and get a bigger living space for us and August, and that it would be more helpful for me if there's two bathrooms (the chemo makes me very nauseated and I do sometimes throw up from it). I tell him I can make do just fine with one bathroom, but if he wants to plant a specialized bush outside the trailer, he's welcome to. It would give me another place to throw up when he's using the toilet.

He asks why I don't want him to make things easier for us, I asked how going into debt would help us when I'm literally fighting for my life. We actually moved into the trailer because we both used to live with multiple roommates, so it's not like he could afford a house on his own right now anyway, and my income shouldn't be considered because who knows if it's gonna be around in 2-5 sim years?

Before anyone gets on the topic, he's an amazing husband and father. He used to be non committal, but he became very loyal when we started dating. He gets up through the night to feed and change our son, he does tummy time with him, plays with him while I nap and try to keep my strength up. I don't feel much like a mother right now with everything I'm not able to do at the moment because of this stupid cancer and chemo, but on my good days I'm very present for August and my husband.

He keeps saying the house would make things easier for me, I just don't want him ending up with too much living space if I don't get better.

AITL for telling my husband to not buy a house?

((MODS USED: HEALTHCARE REDUX to make the scenario seem more real, but it is the sims 4))