I have been married twice, and I am blissful that I was.  My sixth marriage started out on a entirely chilly note. It was the coldest day of the year.  My first marriage was the exact opposite. I got married mid-June. I was almost nine months pregnant and not sure if I wanted to be with this person any longer, let alone marry him.  It was 102 degrees that day, and every one of us were having a small family birthday. My feet were swollen and I couldn’t get our dress on. All of us 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 concerned 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 beach house until almost 6PM.  It was still almost 100 degrees when he finally got home. All of us had our birthday outdoors and all I wanted to was to go inside and have the a/c running over me. I had spent most of the afternoon in the house, with the a/c. It was the only thing that was able to keep our swelling down, and our shoes on.  The A/C also helped to keep our anger from building. Maybe I should have taken the air conditioning to our current beach house with me. I wouldn’t have become so irritated with him that our marriage lasted less time that what it took to have the baby. I have air conditioning now.

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