March, 1970

John had left the group back in September of 1969 but agreed with the other members not to tell the media while they renegotiated their recording contracts.

To promote world peace, which John had become quite adamant about in the last few months, the two of you booked a hotel room and vowed to simply sit in bed and grow your hair for peace.

Countless reporters and photographers came into your temporary bedroom to shout questions at you both and take photos.

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” Are you afraid of what others think about you and your husband?” A reporter asked while sitting on the edge of your bed, holding the microphone up to you.

” I don’t know about the rest of the world, but I love my husband,” you replied softly, smiling over at John.

John gave you a playful smirk and gently squeezed your hand as he held it in his lap. “ Oh, you sexy bitch,” he teased.