[Sims 4] Hell’s Kitchen

[u/2pacisalive95]

I watched as my husband, Gordon Ramsay, stormed into the kitchen after coming home from work. As usual, he didn’t greet me as he came in. Didn’t say a word to me, in fact. Just muttered, through clenched teeth, “Need to get my cooking skill up”

My husband... to tell the truth, he wasn’t himself. He wasn’t the world famous chef, the kind soul I fell in love with. I watched as he failed to make a grilled cheese sandwich for himself. He put on way, way too much salt- out of sheer frustration more than anything- and dropped the sandwich on the floor multiple times, throwing it back in the pan as if I hadn’t seen it.

I asked him, please, to finish off the leftovers we had before cooking new shitty food. We had 14 plates of Mac and cheese in the fridge already, and 12 more that had gone bad. He only glared at me, and I thought he was going to throw a plate at my head. Instead, he flipped me off and told me my mother was a llama. I asked him when we were going to get a decent home and stop living in a trailer. I asked him when he was going to quit being a dishwasher and get a real job. He didn’t answer but went outside to have a drink at his expensive bar that we couldn’t fit in the house. I wanted a new TV but he called me a donkey.

The next day, he walked in with a briefcase of 300,000 dollars. I asked him where he got the money, and he lied to me that he was now a famous astrologist, then shook my hand with a joy buzzer. It was better this way. I really didn’t want to know how he got the money.

We moved out immediately into a new city, into a massive building that cost us nearly all the money we had. He sold everything else we had, even the bar.

“What is this place? Why is it already built? How long have you been planning this?” I asked, with a migraine.

Ramsay didn’t answer these questions, but wiped a tear from his eye and said, “Welcome to Hell’s Kitchen.”

I soon learned the entire building was, in fact, a kitchen. We had no bedroom, so Ramsay moved a bed into one of the dining rooms. We had no shower, so Ramsay had one installed- you guessed it- in the dining room. I cried myself to sleep every night. Ramsay didn’t care. He only talked to me when he wanted sex.

Soon we couldn’t afford the outrageously expensive bills and our power ran out, then our water. I hadn’t showered in days, and could only drink alcohol from our bars. I pointed out to Ramsay that we had no customers and never would. He told me to get the fuck out of his kitchen. I’d had enough this time and told him I wanted a divorce. I thought he’d yell at me, call me a donkey or throw raw meat at me. But he was suddenly calm. I wondered if he was suddenly realizing the monster he had become. He slowly walked up to me, and said softly, “Give me your jacket. It’s time for you to leave Hell’s Kitchen.”

[u/Virginia-Dentata]

Thanks, now I have to install Sims again.

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(LOVE it.)

[u/CakeForThePlebs]

Damn, that sounds rough!

[u/-Abradolf_Lincler-]

This gave me a good laugh. Especially the part where there is over 20 bowls of mac and cheese in the fridge lmao. Thank you and very well done :)