Holy Moly, as soon as the I do’s we’re said, I had no idea who he was! He started taking my car to go to “ work”. Liar! His clothes smelled like perfume. Caught him out dancing one night minus me. All of it was my fault of course. It started one night, I fell asleep on the couch and woke up with a pillow over my face smothering me. I’d fight him off, he’d laugh and say he was messing with me to see how deep asleep I was and what I’d do. Hmmm. Never got to sleep because I’d see him on his hands and knees sneaking across the floor, or beside me with a pillow or flat smothering me again. I finally realized I wasn’t going to get beaten with a ball bat but smothered.