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knew the moment I laid eyes on you that you were something else.  Something that I never wanted to live without.   I felt your energy, I felt who you are, but never in my wildest dream would I have thought you were going to be the strongest woman in my life. I am proud to be your husband.”  He kisses me on the head and gives me a squeeze. 
     

“I don’t think it’s strength, Nate.  I think it’s me proving that I am something.  My dad was the only one in my life that made me feel like I meant something.  Not having him, not having my rock around anymore totally sucks.  I know it’s been nine years, but I was a lot worse off than what I used to be, believe it or not.”
    She is amazing.  She has no idea how amazing she is.  There is so much more to her than I thought.  There is so much more depth to this woman who stole my heart at the toss of her crimson hair.  It seems every time she opens her mouth I fall deeper and deeper for her.
    “I know what it’s like to lose someone who hung the moon.  My mom was that for me.”
    “Okay lover boy, let me hear what made you, you.”
    “Well, let’s start off by, I cannot stand my father.  Being in the same room as him makes my skin crawl and my blood boil.  My father, I guess, is like your mother; an opportunist.”   
    “It sounds like they were made for each other.”
    “You aren’t kidding.  My mother, Juliana Rose Whitmore, was a natural beauty. My God, I thought no one would ever resemble her beauty, both inside and out.  The moment I saw you, you took my breath away.  It was then that I finally found the same true beauty, just as I saw in my mother. And hearing your story only adds to what I already believed.”  I lean down and place a kiss on her forehead. “My mother came from old money when I mean old, I mean like Vanderbilt old.  She and her family were always the who’s who of New York social elite. The money didn’t matter to her.  She was just good and honest, wholesome.   I think that was the one thing I admired most about her; the money didn't phase her like it doesn’t seem to phase you, and I’ve never really cared about it. It was always more my father's thing. It always seemed to matter to him.  It still does.
    My mom was young, probably too young to see what type of man my father was.  I think being admired by an older man was something that intrigued my mom. She was eighteen when she turned my father’s head; ten years his junior. I know that he knew from the beginning who she really was. There weren’t that many people who didn’t know my mother’s family. But she was in love. 
    About a year into their relationship, she got pregnant with me.  My grandfather never cared for my father.  He felt that his daughter could do better, and I agree with him.  From what I heard my father never gave her the love that she deserved.  She was head over heels in love with my father.  He saw her as his meal ticket.  She was barely three weeks pregnant with me when he asked her to marry him; only a couple of days after she had discovered she was pregnant.  He didn’t want to wait.   He didn’t allow her to have the wedding that she should have had. He didn’t even give her an opportunity to miscarry. Within a month of his proposal they married.  My grandfather had them live at the family’s estate while she was pregnant.  My father didn’t look after her how he should have.  He was too busy schmoozing his new found friends.
    After I was born, my father didn’t get any better.  My mom was lonely and tired.  I guess I wasn’t the easiest baby.  I cried all the time.  My grandparents hired a nanny to help her when they weren’t able to support her.  My father never offered any help to my mother.  After a while, my father started to make waves for my grandparents.  Telling them they had no right to involve themselves with his family; that he was the head of it, and he made the rules where my mother and I