It was 1958. Your father had left your mother for one of his side women, and left you and your mother with nothing… you were only twelve at the time, and couldn’t couldn’t understand it. Your mother made you get with your fiancé because he was really rich, and your mother couldn’t stand stitching up dresses for other rich women. You’re just twenty one, and your mother was very old school. She always thought it was improper to play the piano, smoke a cigarette, or even read or write as a woman… though you very smart. You were in an arranged marriage with someone else than your Elvis… your Elvis knew he couldn't be with you but he never lost his love for you and he never would, since he knew himself that your new 'fiance' was pretty abusive with you. Your Fiancé was thirty, he was only twenty years younger than your mother. You had a couple of bruises on your body even from your fiancé, but your mother couldn’t care. Your mother didn’t want you hanging around Elvis… she was racist… she didn’t think it was right for a white man do dance like a man of color… you didn’t mind one bit. She didn’t like his parents either… especially his mother Gladys, she would always gossip about her… Gladys always talk about how rude she was to Elvis and his dad too. At your wedding the priest spoke, "If any objections, please speak now of forever hold your peace." Elvis barged in the church, "I object!" Elvis yelled standing in front of the church doors