Vault-Tec saved her

Trouble in paradise

Journal title: HE HIT ME!?! WTF??

So...okay, I need to focus... it's April. Nate finished his service contract, and we got married on Christmas day. I found out I was pregnant the last week of January. And...Nate isn't Nate, and he hasn't been himself since we said I do. Little arguments here and there that turned into fights. We'd go a week or two without one, but now it's damn near constant. I've been thinking I've made a mistake, and now with this...this thing in me, I think I have made a mistake. He won't let me find a job...won't let me be me. I want to party... I want to enjoy my youth, I want to put that degree to use but...mmm, Nate, he um he wants me to keep it, said "I forbid you from getting rid of it" as the fight dragged on, I, not carrying if he saw grabbed a few daytrippers and poped them.

That threw him over the edge.

"Jesus, stop with the fucking drugs; I'm married to a damn druggie; what about the baby?"

"I can't believe I picked you to carry on my name, but those military benefits were worth it. I mean, who would fuck you? You ruined your body with the damn tattoos and piercings."

...so I said, "suck on a dick, you man child, you might be better at that than fucking"... That's where he hit me. I didn't even have time to blink, just cold-cocked me square in the jaw. So I walked out and am now at a friend's house.

I'm not a child that he can tell what to do. I'm a grown-ass woman. If I want to party, decorate my body, and do drugs, I will god damn it. But...he hasn't stopped calling. I left around...fuck 4? It's now eight, and he's blowing up my phone. I answered it once against my better judgment, and he was crying...Is my Nate still in there somewhere? Julia says I shouldn't go back, but...I have to

Journal title: 2 months left and moving

This stupid baby is due in 2 months, and we're moving. Nate said, my...our tiny apartment won't work for a baby, and with the money he gets from being a vet, we have enough to move into these snazzy new houses in a town called "sanctuary." All right, I guess, I heard forests surround it so I could do some hunting in Dad's memory. He never said sorry, you know? The last few months have gone on like nothing ever happened, yet the threat of another fight like that is always looming over my head. I've tried to be "different" and "better" for him, but the more I do, the more unhappy I become.

Journal title: Where is that motherly love?

They say you are supposed to love your child instantly, but...I don't. I don't feel anything other than shit and joy that it is out of me. I don't even have to pretend thanks to this robot butler Nate got., I can go out and live my life, and I can go out and...be me. I still have to pretend around Nate and other people in sanctuary, though. Tomorrow is his family is coming over to see Shawn(I still can't believe he let me give the baby my father's name), and during their visit, I have to play the happy perfect housewife and doting mother. I find my self asking why I stay if I'm so unhappy...but I stay because once in a blue moon, I see the Nate I dated, and I hope he will one day entirely go back to that.

Journal title: Where is the spooky season?

It's October 9th, 2077. I've gotten to know some of the other families in town, and they are pretty nice. Lisa, one I've gotten close to, seems to think my issue with Nate and Shawn is caused by postpartum depression. Lisa, honey, it's a sweet thought, but that's not the case; I know that's not the case. But while things with Nate remain...iffy, things with Shawn are...better? I was actually scared for his well-being and just wanted to hold him to...make it better, I guess? Nate overheated the formula (usually, codsworth does it, but he was out for repairs. Nate punched the poor tin can and broke one of its eyestalks) and ended up burning Shawn's tongue where it quickly turned into a nasty blister. That pissed me off because although I don't love Shawn, we are still responsible for taking care of him and ensuring he doesn't grow up like Nate. I'm not sure my relationship with Shawn will ever be that motherly love it's supposed to be, but I guess worrying about him is a start. And despite Nate's fuck up, it's been a solid week of no arguing or fights....but I think that is because he is cheating on me with Jessica from up the street... whatever as long as he's not threatening to hit or yelling at me.