Charles turned out not to be such a great guy. On a sunny afternoon in July, he said he wanted to chat with me, so we went out on the back porch with some lemonade. I wanted to hold his hand but he was acting weird, then he told me he was no longer in love with me and was going to leave. I threw the glass of lemonade down into the yard and then ran into the house ad broke some stuff, but nothing seemed to change his mind. He just sat there and finished his drink, then drove off. I found out a week later he was actually in love with some girl who was like half his age. He always said he was happy to marry a former beauty queen, but I guess he wanted a real one.