Jim Dandy's Revenge, a short story starring Cassandra Goth.
Cassandra had a lot on her mind, and when she had a lot on her mind she turned to her good friend, Jim Dandy. She assumed this obsession with country grits went back to her childhood days. Anything that went wrong could be solved, in Bella's mind, with a steaming bowl of grits with lots of butter and black pepper added. Grits rarely solved any problems, but they were sure delicious.
Cassandra wasn't naive. It was easier to let people think she was, as it kept them from telling her anything too heavy, therefore making her life easier. She knew Don was a sex fiend when she started dating him, and knew he wouldn't stop just because they were married.
She remembered how gleeful she felt on her wedding day, as she flaunted her “prize” in front of Nina (affectionately dubbed “the harlot”). She remembered how smug she felt when Kaylynn (Rent-A-Whore) quit without warning, probably depressed about the fact she’d never get married if she kept spreading her legs for men already accounted for.
But Don was always respectful, in his own way. He never flaunted his infidelity. She never saw his whores; she never saw evidence of his whores. If not for her intuition, she could have even pretended he was completely faithful. As careful as he was about making sure she never found out, she was content to have 60% of him.
But he changed after she gave birth to Adriana. He became wilder, more reckless with his infidelities. His sightings with women became more frequent, and closer to Pleasantview. He barely touched their daughter, barely looked at her. Cassandra knew he didn't want children, but figured that once Adriana was born he would come around. Cassandra regretted "accidentally" forgetting to take her birth control pill, but what did he expect from a family Sim?
Cassandra was overcome with a rush of anger and sadness. His romp with this most recent whore was the dollar store perfume smelling straw that broke the camel’s back. He crossed the line by bringing his mistress into their marital bed, with their child asleep down the hall, no less.
He was flagrant with it now. She came home to their bedroom smelling like cheap cotton candy body spray and musk. Bits of glitter from her body lotion stuck to the sheets. The tramp even left her fuchsia lace panties wedged between the mattress. She clearly wanted Cassandra to know she was there. Or even worse, Don clearly wanted her to know she was there since he took no precautions to ensure the whore took her things with her.
She was wrong. She was a fool. He didn’t respect her. He didn't respect their child.
Confronted with the evidence, Don begged and pleaded. It would have been very convincing, if something inside her hadn’t already died. Little did Don know her resigned acceptance had turned into a quiet rage. He expected her to take him back, to forget about it. He wasn't wrong to expect that. She always did. She would have to show him better than she could tell him.
No one was home, excepting Cassandra and Don. It was always so empty in the Goth manor. Cassandra missed her father. When Mortimer died, all the pretense surrounding relationships and family ties in the Goth household died with him.
Cassandra tried to accept Dina for her father's sake when he was alive, but now that he was gone there was no use pretending.
Dina married Mortimer, quickly turned up pregnant, and thus finagled her way into the Goth family fortune. As far as she was concerned Dina was as much a harlot as her sister, and Cassandra held back no emotion telling her so.
Alexander hated Dina as much as Cassandra and spent almost all of his time with his girlfriend, Faizah. Adriana was at Mary Sue's. The Pleasant girls loved Adriana, and it seemed like she spent more time at the Pleasants than at home.
It was times like this the loneliness was almost too much to bear. She wished she had someone to talk to that would give her objective advice. Mary Sue had a dog of her own she kept around for the sake of her marriage, so she was no help. Darren was in love with her, so he was no help. She was utterly alone. No mother, no father. Just her, desperately struggling to lie in the bed she made. She was tired of it.
She asked herself what her mother would say. Her mother was brutally honest in life, and Cassandra was sure death didn't soften her demeanor in the least.
“Honestly, Cassandra. It took you 27 years to grow a pair. I feared you would be asleep forever, perpetually Don’s doormat. Your father would never have done anything of this sort to me, because I’d have killed him after the first affair. Make this little epiphany of yours count, dear heart. If I were you, I'd hit him where it hurts. What's the most important thing in the world to him?"
The grits were done. She spooned some into a bowl for herself, grabbed the pot , and headed upstairs. She figured if her tears didn’t move him, 3rd degree genital burns would.
Don’s anguished scream could be heard halfway across Pleasantview.
Ignoring Don's screams and pleas for help, Cassandra ate her childhood comfort food. She smiled the first genuine smile she'd had in months.
Cassandra wasn't naive. It was easier to let people think she was, as it kept them from telling her anything too heavy, therefore making her life easier. She knew Don was a sex fiend when she started dating him, and knew he wouldn't stop just because they were married.
She remembered how gleeful she felt on her wedding day, as she flaunted her “prize” in front of Nina (affectionately dubbed “the harlot”). She remembered how smug she felt when Kaylynn (Rent-A-Whore) quit without warning, probably depressed about the fact she’d never get married if she kept spreading her legs for men already accounted for.
But Don was always respectful, in his own way. He never flaunted his infidelity. She never saw his whores; she never saw evidence of his whores. If not for her intuition, she could have even pretended he was completely faithful. As careful as he was about making sure she never found out, she was content to have 60% of him.
But he changed after she gave birth to Adriana. He became wilder, more reckless with his infidelities. His sightings with women became more frequent, and closer to Pleasantview. He barely touched their daughter, barely looked at her. Cassandra knew he didn't want children, but figured that once Adriana was born he would come around. Cassandra regretted "accidentally" forgetting to take her birth control pill, but what did he expect from a family Sim?
Cassandra was overcome with a rush of anger and sadness. His romp with this most recent whore was the dollar store perfume smelling straw that broke the camel’s back. He crossed the line by bringing his mistress into their marital bed, with their child asleep down the hall, no less.
He was flagrant with it now. She came home to their bedroom smelling like cheap cotton candy body spray and musk. Bits of glitter from her body lotion stuck to the sheets. The tramp even left her fuchsia lace panties wedged between the mattress. She clearly wanted Cassandra to know she was there. Or even worse, Don clearly wanted her to know she was there since he took no precautions to ensure the whore took her things with her.
She was wrong. She was a fool. He didn’t respect her. He didn't respect their child.
Confronted with the evidence, Don begged and pleaded. It would have been very convincing, if something inside her hadn’t already died. Little did Don know her resigned acceptance had turned into a quiet rage. He expected her to take him back, to forget about it. He wasn't wrong to expect that. She always did. She would have to show him better than she could tell him.
No one was home, excepting Cassandra and Don. It was always so empty in the Goth manor. Cassandra missed her father. When Mortimer died, all the pretense surrounding relationships and family ties in the Goth household died with him.
Cassandra tried to accept Dina for her father's sake when he was alive, but now that he was gone there was no use pretending.
Dina married Mortimer, quickly turned up pregnant, and thus finagled her way into the Goth family fortune. As far as she was concerned Dina was as much a harlot as her sister, and Cassandra held back no emotion telling her so.
Alexander hated Dina as much as Cassandra and spent almost all of his time with his girlfriend, Faizah. Adriana was at Mary Sue's. The Pleasant girls loved Adriana, and it seemed like she spent more time at the Pleasants than at home.
It was times like this the loneliness was almost too much to bear. She wished she had someone to talk to that would give her objective advice. Mary Sue had a dog of her own she kept around for the sake of her marriage, so she was no help. Darren was in love with her, so he was no help. She was utterly alone. No mother, no father. Just her, desperately struggling to lie in the bed she made. She was tired of it.
She asked herself what her mother would say. Her mother was brutally honest in life, and Cassandra was sure death didn't soften her demeanor in the least.
“Honestly, Cassandra. It took you 27 years to grow a pair. I feared you would be asleep forever, perpetually Don’s doormat. Your father would never have done anything of this sort to me, because I’d have killed him after the first affair. Make this little epiphany of yours count, dear heart. If I were you, I'd hit him where it hurts. What's the most important thing in the world to him?"
The grits were done. She spooned some into a bowl for herself, grabbed the pot , and headed upstairs. She figured if her tears didn’t move him, 3rd degree genital burns would.
Don’s anguished scream could be heard halfway across Pleasantview.
Ignoring Don's screams and pleas for help, Cassandra ate her childhood comfort food. She smiled the first genuine smile she'd had in months.