When I finished the first letter I yelled for Marie. ‘Where is she? I need to see her, I need to apologize for being an ass.’ Marie asked me to re...d the second letter first. She walked back out as I began to read. I was going to be a father. I began to cry again. All I wanted now was to see my Marie, my Angel. I yelled for nurse Marie and told her I was going to be a dad. She smiled at me and told me I was one lucky man. Women didn’t come any better than Angel. About a minute later my Angel. As Steve reached into the cabinet next to the sink, retracting his spaghetti pot, Judy took it from his hands saying, "I'll fill it to the brim and you can get the rest of what we need to eat."After it was sufficiently full, Judy placed the pot on the largest burner on the electric stove, clicked it on and turned to face Steve, saying, "Later you can pretend I'm that pot and fill me to the brim too!"Caught at mid breath, Steve coughed and swallowed hard. When he regained his composure, smiling. Dressed I was then taken over to the vanity where she fashioned my longhair into pleated pig tails tying them off with yellow satin ribbons withlong streamers. With the hair styled, she coated my lashes with blacklengthening mascara and my lips in a pearl pink. The lipstick made mylips tingle. I had never worn or paid attention to lipstick ads but fromkissing my girlfriends never felt my lips tingle. Much later I learnedshe was using a lipstick with a chemical additive that would swell. And, for a while I think she did. We were married and for seven years I believed we had the perfect marriage. We made love three or four times each and every week. I lavished love on her like a man obsessed. I guess that was another mistake on my part as it seems that my obsession caused her to lose respect for me. All respect.Things began to change after the first three years. It was little things at first. A snide remark prior to a party and little disrespects that at first I didn't even.