Once upon a time there was a king.

I met a sailor when I was nineteen I remember the first time I saw him, he was  so handsome to me any ways and that was all that mattered. A friend asked him if he was married he said no he wasn't which got me to thinking. By the way there is a moral to this story if you haven't wondered.  I started dating this man,I saw him every night except when he had duty and even then. We spent every week together, six months down the word I went to the Navy base my friend saw a friend of hers. For some reason she asked him if he had seen my friend, what do you think he said No! But I did see his wife. What! This man got scared when he saw my face he thought I knew, but he could tell I didn't. I should of ran far, far away but NO not Tammi. At the end of this part of the saga he left her and asked me to marry him. What do you suppose I said I didn't say what a normal sane woman would say I said yes. I couldn't believe I was going to be married to this man that I was so in love with I went against everything I believed in. I would never of been with a married man. But here I was getting married to one. He was eight years older than me. He could talk you out of your shoes and you would be apologizing that they weren't new. I just didn't know what I was getting myself into.