A bad start

Hi. My name is Annabelle Poe. My life used to be amazing. I had a caring husband, a wonderful pet horse, and Cliff, my husband, and I were expecting a baby girl. She was going to be adopted.

My husband and I were never very close. He couldn't have children of his own, and he had some serious commitment issues. We didn't fight, but we were always annoyed with one another. He was immature and evil-spirited. I was worried about what would become of his relationship with our soon to be daughter -- Celeste.

Celeste came to us a year into our marriage. She is such a beautiful little girl. She stole our hearts immediately. I, for one, never wanted it back. 

The moment she came home, I started to teach her. We started with talking. Celeste learned very quickly. She's a genius! Soon she was asking for everything she needed or wanted.

 She had the best of everything. Cliff had spent many hours decorating our princesses new room. I was hopeful that we would be okay.

 Celeste loved Cliff. He was constantly talking to her and reading to her. He was every bit of a good father to her.

Soon our "babymoon" was over. Cliff began bringing strange women to our home. I was afraid to say anything -- he had a terrible temper.

It got worse. He started woohooing women with Celeste in the room. Sometimes when I was home, in the next room!

One day, I snapped. I gathered my few belongings and sold everything besides my pajamas, a dress, my work clothes, jeans, a shirt, and my swim suit. I packed Celeste's clothes and her pack-n-play crib -- it wasn't great, but it was the best I could do. I made sure she had her favorite doll.

I used a hundred simoleons to buy a sleeping bag. I had another hundred left to survive on until my job got us afloat -- I was working in the military. I was worried about paying for a babysitter daily.

It didn't matter. I needed to get us out.

I walked around looking for a park. One with nice shade would be best. There. The nature park. I carried Celeste to the middle of the park and set up her crib. I tried to ignore the tombstones surrounding us. 

 As soon as we were settled in, I began to teach Celeste how to walk. Her birthday was coming quickly. I tried not to fret. I didn't know how I was going to teach her all that she needed to know. The park didn't have toilets, let alone a potty chair. I still had eight days off of work. I quickly did the math in my head. Perhaps, I can afford it if I skip a couple meals. I nodded. Anything for my daughter.

We were both getting very tired. I put Celeste into her make-shift crib and crawled into my sleeping bag. I really hope things get better soon.