I have been married twice, and I am cheerful that I was.  My hour marriage started out on a absolutely cold note. It was the coldest day of the year.  My first marriage was the exact opposite. I got married mid-June. I was almost several months pregnant and not sure if I wanted to be with this guy any longer, let alone marry him.  It was 102 degrees that day, and every one of us were having a small family wedding. My feet were swollen and I couldn’t get our dress on. The people I was with and I were to be married at 2PM, although he didn’t show up.  A area 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 new home until almost 6PM. It was still almost 100 degrees when he finally got home.  The people I was with and I had our wedding outdoors and all I wanted to was to go inside and have the undefined machine running over me. I had spent most of the day in the house, with the undefined unit. It was the only thing that was able to keep our swelling down, and our shoes on.  The AC also helped to keep our anger from building. Maybe I should have taken the undefined to our new new home with me. I wouldn’t have become so miserable with him that our marriage lasted less time that what it took to have the baby. I have undefined now.