"Then What?!" is going to be the title of side stories I do with heir rejects from time to time. I n this update, you'll find what became of Kate Front, generation 2's reject!

Hi! My name is Kate.


I was engaged to a man named Dawson. We met in college, where we both lived in the same hall all four years. I never thought I'd be the marrying kind-- I was kind of a slacker in college, and a party girl. But Dawson was just the one for me.


After graduating, Dawson and I decided to pool our money and we bought this cute two bedroom house on top of a hill in Veronaville. My sister, Penny, moved back in with our parents. I could have, too, I suppose, but I was ready to strike out on my own.


Not long after we settled into our new home , Dawson and I decided it was time to start planning our wedding. A month or so later, we had a very small and tasteful wedding right at the house. So many people turned out!


I can't even describe how happy I was to be marrying the love of my life!


Our first kiss as man and wife was so special, and I was grateful to share such a special moment with my family and friends. Everyone was so happy for us.


We had a party in the house and almost everyone had a great time. Our new life together was getting off to a fantastic start!


/>And of course, we were excited for our honeymoon to Barbados!


In fact, I've never seen Dawson so happy. Usually, he's a bit reserved with everyone else, but he really cut loose that day!


At the end of the reception, a friend from college toasted to me and my new happiness, and at the moment, I knew the life ahead of me was going to be a blessed one.


That afternoon, we packed our bags, hopped in the limo and flew to Barbados for a week.


A few weeks after we got back, however, I started feeling funny and wondered, could I have gotten pregnant on our honeymoon?


When I was certain, I told Dawson. At first, he was in disbelief, but after that had passed, I could tell he was excited to have a little one around the house.


Dawson took a better paying job now that we had a child on the way. I stayed home-- Dawson was a very traditional man and wanted to be the breadwinner. That didn't stop me from writing a romance novel during my free time for some pocket money, though.


Soon, we even had enough money to buy a nice little caravan for our growing family. We were really living the Sim Dream!


Before long, my belly started showing. I think Dawson really liked it.


Time really flies when you're expecting and, with the baby due any day now, I knew I had to start decorating the nursery, which had been an unused room at this point.


I finally gave birth to our first child, a boy who we named Quinn. He looked so much like his father, and I instantly loved him.


And of course, Dawson was excited to have a son.


Poopy diapers and late nights aside, it seemed like only a few days before Quinn was a toddler. I felt so fortunate to have such a precious son.


And Dawson was a great father; he always took time out to help me with Quinn, play with him and bathe him. Those two were like peas in a pod.


Of course, Quinn wasn't always an angel. In fact, he was quite the mischief maker.


All of his firsts just flew by-- first steps, first word... and soon, he was a little boy.


The night of Quinn's birthday, I suddenly started feeling very sick and I knew instantly-- I was pregnant again!


Another uneventful and easy pregnancy flew by. One night, while scrubbing the bathtub, I felt a contraction and before I knew it, my water broke. I went into labor right there in the bathroom, much to the horror of my husband and son.


Dawson called an ambulance and I was whisked away to the hospital, where our second son, Matthias was born. He had Dawson's face and my eyes, but most interesting, he had his grandfather's hair.


Dawson and I couldn't have been happier. We were so in love and had a wonderful, growing family. We decided that two boys was just right, and we were done having kids.


Well, that's what I thought. Dawson had agreed to get snipped, but just days before his surgery, I felt that old, familiar sickness again.


"What's one more?" Dawson asked? I was expecting once more.


And I gave birth to our third and final child, Rodney, who looked so much like his oldest brother. After Rodney's birth, I decided I was really done, and I had my tubes tied.


Birthdays always seemed to sneak up on me, and soon, it was Mattias's turn to toddle around our humble home!


However, all the attention being paid to his brothers took it's toll on Quinn and he was not doing well in school. He would often miss his bus because he was too busy throwing tantrums, and he never wanted to do his homework. I figured this was just a bump in our otherwise peaceful and cozy life, however.


After all, Rodney was growing up very quickly and I hoped that once the other boys weren't so dependent on Dawson and me for everything, Quinn would come around.


I was so blind to the impending chaos in my house in the beginning, but soon, there was never a moment's peace.


Matthias had also grown up quite a bit and had turned into a very sensitive child.


But things were getting hard in the house with three boys who always demanded my attention. I was constantly cleaning up after them, and staying home all day left me with little alone time or adult talk.


Dawson and I started fighting about everything-- about how to deal with the boys, about how he never helped out around the house and even about how he'd quit taking care of himself. He'd started drinking heavily and his gut was all the evidence anyone would need.


Even my sweet little Matthias started throwing tantrums.


Worse, Quinn never did come around when it came to his brothers. It was worse with Matthias, though. They were such polar opposites and it seemed like every other moment, they were fighting with each other and I was having to treat cuts and bruises.


I can honestly say those boys hated each other.


Despite it all, Rodney grew up and did it with a smile on his face, always.


But his smile could not calm the storm brewing in our house. One night, Dawson and I got into a huge fight about what to do with Quinn, and he stormed out of the house.


Shaken and upset, I called an old friend from college. Ever since Quinn was born, I hadn't had much time for friends, but I desperately needed someone to tell me it was going to be all right.


Unfortunately, Dawson came home, not the least bit calmer than when he'd left, and got the completely wrong idea about Joe and me. Before I knew what was happening, he hit me and things turned physical.


Well, I would not tolerate being hit, not by any man, and I told him to leave right that minute and never come back. He tried to apologize, but I wouldn't hear it, and I sent him packing.


Of course, without their father around, the boys got worse. Quinn instigated more fights than ever, Matthias was always hurt, and Rodney was always on the verge of tears.


I thought about letting Dawson come back for the boy's sake, but after careful thought, I knew that my anger would not subside that easily and it would be worse for the boys to see their parents fighting, or worse.


In order to establish some routine and discipline, which I hoped would help the boys come to terms with the absence of their father, I invited the headmaster of Veronaville's most prestigious private school to come to dinner and discuss enrolling the boys.


Unfortunately, as a newly single mother, I could not afford the tuition, and the boys were not admitted. It was then that I snapped. I had been so stressed for so long and something in me finally caved.


It was a complete mental episode-- I even started talking to people who weren't there.


I even did some things I am not proud of, in order to pay our bills. The boys never mentioned any of this to their friends, however. They were too ashamed of me.


But I was just getting worse.


Some might think that with no father and a very ill mother, the boys would band together, but they grew up and hated each other even more, and I was not really capable of stopping it.


Matthias had become very introverted and quiet.


Quinn, I'm sorry to say, became a bit of a sociopath. He never felt bad about the way he beat his brother and saw nothing wrong with any of it.


Rodney, thankfully, managed to stay the same, sweet boy he always was, but hwas very wishy-washy when it came to his brothers.


Eventually, my boys decided that I wasn't ever going to get better though, and they went to stay with their father. But before they went, they sent me on vacation to this resort so I could get better. Wasn't that sweet of them? Unfortunately, I think they got ripped off, because this place is like a hospital, and the resort employees are always trying to slip pills in my food. Plus. my room is very cramped and I only have a bed! But the boys call often and promise they'll come get me any day now.

I can't wait.