”“All you have to do is not fight it when you get the divorce papers.”“Why would I want to be branded a cheater? Why don’t you just grab som...e guy and have an affair?”“It has to be you because the cheating spouse gets exiled from the church and since you don’t belong it won’t hurt you any.”“No thanks. I’m not comfortable with it being a matter of public record that I’m a cheater. Anyone can check public records and someday someone may run a records check on me, find our divorce record and hold. I smile and I shake my head before I let out a small laugh. I don't really remember meeting Jeremy. One night a couple of years ago my brother came home with Jeremy trailing behind him, soaking wet. He was about 6'2" with both sides of his head shaved, making him have a bright blonde Mohawk. His eyes were gray and lifeless the first time I saw them, but over time they became a dark caring green color. He did have his left eyebrow piercing at the time but he doesn't have it now. I'm not too sure. He walked out of her bathroom, and gazed lovingly at this dream of a woman, her face so peaceful and relaxed, a contented look suffusing her countenance.He sat down at her desk chair and just watched her sleep. He thought about their future together, and what would become of them as they went through their lives with one another. He knew they would be together no matter what, but he wondered what challenges would define and shape them, and what kind of people they would be when they got older.. " she said."Where did you hear baseline?" I asked."One of the Doctors at the rehab clinic used it a lot. You know, have to get you to baseline before we can do any real work. That kind of thing." she said. She was also biting her nails between tortured sentences."You do know he meant you can't work on kicking the habit unless you are totally clean?" I asked. It could easily have been a case of the doctor and the patient speaking different languages."Yeah I knew, I'm not a complete idiot," she.