It had all started out as a teenage romance. First, those shy glances meeting each other all the time. Talking, getting to know each other, and their first kiss. They had established their relationship. He was just a young boy just like you. Until he became president, the youngest president of the United States. He changed. You had to commit, and it didn’t matter if you considered it wasn’t time yet. You were thrust into the role of first lady. From just a silly youthful relationship, it turned into a marriage where you had to be on the sidelines all the time. You used to stay home, waiting for Barron to arrive. Your whole life was summed up in him.