Don’t Tell Me No

Arturo (63), Diego (33), Victoria (31), Sergio (7), Santiago (5), Sabrina (1)

“Get ready for your butt to be kicked,” Victoria taunted her husband, Diego.

“Ha! I’d like to see you try,” he countered. “Bring it on!”

It was very rare, having Diego at home on a Saturday afternoon. Usually, he arrived home right at dinnertime, and by the time dinner was over, the dishes washed and the kids tucked into bed, both were too tired to enjoy some time alone.

Victoria had been increasingly anxious to speak with Diego, so when she saw him getting ready to begin a round of chess, she decided to join him.

“I was in the commercial district and I saw the perfect place,” she began.

“The perfect place for what?” he asked.

“To start my business.”

Diego paused, hand in midair. “Your what?”

“You heard me, my business.” Victoria continued. “You know, the one we agreed that I can start two years ago.”

“But that was before Sabrina was born. I figured that you would want to stay at home and be a mother to the children.”

“Excuse me? Are you suggesting that because I would be working that I wouldn’t be a good mother?”

“Darling, that is not what I meant at all,” Diego replied. “It’s just that…”

“Let me guess,” Victoria interrupted. “You’d rather have me at home being a housewife than having a career.”

Diego was becoming irritated. “Let’s see: out of the blue, you decide that you want to own a shop. You have no business plan, no target market, no marketable-”

“What?! Out of the blue? When I met you, I told you that I wanted to be an entrepreneur. I, in fact, have a business degree from the University of Rockport, just like you. I managed your accounting books until Sergio was born.”

“Yes, I know all that.”

“Do you? Well, know this. I will be starting my business, with or without your support.”

Diego sighed. “Victoria, please. No more of your idle threats and temper tantrums.”

Victoria raised an eyebrow. “Idle? I’ve already made an offer. I close next week. Is that idle enough for you?”

Diego fumed and said nothing. “Oh, nothing to say? You had plenty to say a minute ago, or right before we had Sabrina.”

“You don’t understand,” Diego began. “I just think it’s best that you think of the children.”

“Oh, I am. I told you years ago: I am not a trophy wife. I will not stay at home, barefoot and pregnant. I will not stay at home, filling my days of boredom by shopping for needless things and socializing with shallow housewives.

“I am going to set an example for the children, especially Sabrina, that a woman can be a wife, mother and careerwoman. I will show that a woman is not an accessory, that she has worth.”

Diego still said nothing. He knew that if he did, he would be saying something he couldn’t take back.

“Now if you excuse me, I must see about dinner,” Victoria announced, before she rose and exited the den.

“I don’t know what just happened,” Diego thought out loud to his father. “Why doesn’t she want to stay at home, like ma did?”

“Well, for one, ” Arturo explained. “Victoria is not your mother. Number two, your mother stayed at home because that’s what she wanted to do, not because I told her to. She didn’t want to have a ‘career’. Her career was raising her boys, and supporting me.

“And if you continue to disregard your wife’s feelings for your ego, you will find yourself out of the loop.”

Later that evening, things were tense at the dinnertable, at least for Diego. Victoria ignored him for the entire meal; she refused to even look at him.

Their sons Sergio and Santiago were oblivious to tension. They were too busy convincing their mother on buying a new toy for them.

“You must earn it,” she advised them. “I will assign some extra chores around the house.”

The boys groaned. “You will be paid for every job you do, which will pay for your toy. That way, you will appreciate it more. When you take things for granted, they get taken away.”

Diego knew her last statement was aimed at him and couldn’t take the pressure any longer. He decied to retire from the table.

A couple of hours later, Victoria was on her way up to the bedroom, when Diego called her into the den to talk.

“I wanted to apologize for how I reacted,” he began. “But I just don’t think this idea is very logical.”

Victoria forced herself to remain calm. “Now you’re not being honest with me. I know that you don’t want me to work. All these years, every time I brought it up, you either changed the subject, claimed you were too busy or you got a little too amorous and we miraculously conceived.”

Diego was about to deny it, but realized he couldn’t. “Listen, I have been patient. But I am ready to have a life outside of this house. This is something I really want. And it hurts that you do not-no, you will not support me.”

Diego was quiet for a while. “You’re right, I’m not being very supportive.”

“Why? Don’t you think I’ll be successful?”

“Of course not! You are an amazing woman, and… You were right; I was taking you for granted.”

“Since there’s nothing I can do to change your mind, I must accept your decision.” Diego paused. “I won’t say that I like it, but as long as your other responsibilities are not affected, then I have no choice but to be on board.”

“I know that you’re not happy about all this, but I am determined at this point.”

“All that matters is that you’re happy,” Diego conceded.

“A satisfied wife is a satisifed life,” Victoria agreed.


  • The title is from Fragile by Chrisette Michele.
  • Diego strikes me as one of those guys who is very traditional in believing that mothers should stay at home with the kids. Not because he’s chauvinistic or egotistical (well, maybe a little egotistical), but because his mother did. What he didn’t realize was she did because that was her aspiration (she was a family sim). She was a housewife; that was her thing. Diego just felt that Victoria should be happy being a housewife as well. But the next day after shooting this scene, look what was on his wants panel when he got home from work:

  • Way to go, Diego. Looks like he’s finally coming around.
  • I recently finally decided on default skins; I had about six or seven different geneticized sets. I decided on using Jesstheex‘s A Mixed Up Memory default and geneticized skins and her Wearing Diamonds freckled skins. They are blended skins of Pooklet’s and PeachT’s skins. Because I just changed them out and reassigned skins for all of my playables, some of my pictures still have the old skins, so my citizens (especially the townies and NPCs) will look a little different, mostly due to S3 on MUM being noticeably darker than my old set. I tried assigning the closest match as I could.
  • BTW, the Juarez family is my resident affluent family in the LC. Their household funds are pretty impressive, but because they have money in their bank accounts (trust funds for the kids) and Diego has the investment benefit, they doing REALLY well. On average, their investing averages five figures. I’m thinking about having the family donate some money towards the LC’s new college and have a building named after them. Yup, life is good for the Juarez family.

5 thoughts on “Don’t Tell Me No

  1. “I am going to set an example for the children, especially Sabrina, that a woman can be a wife, mother and careerwoman. I will show that a woman is not an accessory, that she has worth.”

    Yeah! You tell him, Victoria! I’m glad Diego is coming around and attempting to be supportive.

  2. I really love your elders in your updates-they are truly the voice of wisedom. Good think Arturo told him that his life and wife are different from his mother.

    I’m glad Diego is being supportive and honest about not liking things, but still supporting his wife. I can’t wait to see the new business.

    ~Apple Valley

  3. Hmm, I guess I could upload some pictures of her new place. I do have some pics already, but I’m not sure if I would use them in an update. By the time, we will see this family again, it’ll be months later.

    I think I will do a special update, since I built the lot myself.

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