I have been married twice, and I am glad that I was. My second marriage started out on a really cold note. It was the coldest day of the year. My first marriage was the exact opposite. I got married mid-July. I was almost nine months pregnant and not sure if I wanted to be with this man any longer, let alone marry him. It was 102 degrees that day, and we were having a small family wedding. My feet were swollen and I couldn’t get my dress on. We were to be married at 2PM, but he didn’t show up. A part of me was relieved, thinking he had changed his mind. My mom was upset until he called. He had to go to work, and the truck he was driving was broken down on the interstate. He didn’t get home until almost 6PM. It was still almost 100 degrees when he finally got home. We had our wedding outdoors and all I wanted to was to go inside and have the air conditioner running over me. I had spent most of the afternoon in the house, with the air conditioner. It was the only thing that was able to keep my swelling down, and my shoes on. The AC also helped to keep my anger from building. Maybe I should have taken the air conditioning to my new home with me. I wouldn’t have become so angry with him that our marriage lasted less time that what it took to have the baby. I have air conditioning now.