Picture perfect. White picket fences. Nice neighborhood. Mini-vans lined the driveways. Manicured lanes. As Stepford as a life could get, yet at 1523 Maple Lane the story was far from storybook. She'd been married to Matthew for ten years already. They'd had a Spring wedding. It had be a crisp day, and she had looked beautiful. A white dress, her blonde curls falling perfectly under her vail. Skeletons in closets were locked tight that day though. It was an overshadowing of the biggest secret she could keep from her family and Matthew. She was a closeted lesbian. Never did the chance to come out happen. Her parents expected a marriage, a family, a home with a... man. She had graduated college, went to med school, interned, and married. At twenty-seven though, Matthew insisted on a child. Matthew wanted a son. Someone to carry on the family name. A child that she truly didn't want to have. Matthew threatened to leave her thought so complying was the only means. The day they found out the sex, Matthew wasn't pleased. They were having a little girl, and growing the little baby in her womb just felt so natural. She was warming to the idea of the little girl floating around and seeing the outline of her little foot poking at her stomach. The flutter of her little girl moving back and forth. She had been working as a pediatrician at the hospital, but the pregnancy and Matthew had stopped her. Ava Riley Robbins-Adams was a beautiful little baby. She was blonde, blue eyed little girl, with the dimples she'd inherited from her mother. The labor and delivery had been a long one. Matthew did little or no coaching, and thankfully she had her mother there to help a bit. She'd never felt so alone before. Thankfully Ava was always a momma's girl. She stayed by her side constantly, and honestly she didn't mind it. She also figured she'd come back to work after 6 or 7 months, but Matthew, the male chauvinist he was, said her job was to take care of him, the house and their child. Matthew never took the time to play with their little girl, or tuck her in at night. Never once did he take part in any of that. Their little girl was four now, and she was beautiful, but she didn't have a father figure. He always brushed her off and left her to take care of her.
Flashing forward to four years, and Arizona Robbins-Adams life was still the same. Still abusive, and unloving compared to many other relationships.