You married a very hideous woman. Willing though. It wasn’t about her looks. It was her voice, her eyes, her attitude towards life. She made you happy. It dragged you in.

You’re at the bar punching and punching and landing blows to a man’s face for insulting her…again. You’re about to throw another punch when you feel her soft hands rest on your arm.

She forces a smile

Lily: “It’s okay. It’s not a big deal.”