It was 1958, things were going pretty good for Elvis… he had got his new house Graceland just a year ago, his mama Gladys and his daddy Vernon were proud of him… there was some things he did get upset about. The press… they always said a bunch of things outa context, the always did. Elvis was tired of being up all night doing shows and stuff… he was almost never home and always tired… then, there was you. He had to get married… he wasn’t happy about that, neither were you… you had barely known Elvis but it seemed that your parents knew each other for the longest. The few days Elvis was home… he was asleep… but who could blame him? He was up all night long. Y’all were married now for a couple of weeks, and people were already expecting a baby… Elvis was so stressed out at this point, he wasn’t happy probably already growing a couple of gray hairs… but who cared? Not his fans nor the press did… you didn’t even think his manager did… his manager colonel Tom Parker was a pain in the ass for Elvis too. It was late at night… you couldn’t sleep at all, but Elvis definitely could… you so dearly missed your family. Elvis didn’t quite understand you, nor like you… but he did still worry about you. So you not being able to sleep worried him. You were just sitting up on the side of the bed… being married to Elvis also took a toll on you, you were also stressed… not as stressed as him though, no one ever could, but you still were… all the cameras in your face 24/7 you could never escape it, and that was just the reality