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the ex-football star in me, his prom queen wife.
Everybody's sweetheart.
Perfect couple.
Living life in a glass bubble.
Everything going as planned.
Perfect. Like clockwork.
That is until that pretty little glass bubble began to crack.
It's been a whole year since Billy won the Super Bowl and retired from the
game.
They said the transition would be rough, and it has been very rough.
He was okay for a while, but he'd been a star for so long.
And although people still recognize him and love him, he just doesn't believe in
himself anymore.
He's lost his footing, his self-worth.
On the side, he's empty.
Talk to me, Mr. Barr.
Billy, no.
Baby, are you okay?
No, baby, it's always okay.
Hey, okay, all the way!
a little bit.
His name is Angel.
There's no sense in running after him.
Not now.
My name is Angel.
The devil has his hand wrapped around your husband's heart.
There is so much that Billy wants to tell you.
He just doesn't know how.
Sometimes Billy just doesn't know how to say no.
He's like a little boy.
It hurts Billy.
But I know it hurts him more.
Do you think it's possible to love totally at seven years old?
Yes.
I was seven.
My family had just moved from Iowa to Kansas, and he lived across the street.
It was Sunday, and his family came over to introduce themselves after church,
and he came with them.
I couldn't even look him in the eye.
So sweet, with his hair slicked back, dressed in a Sunday best.
I couldn't talk.
And then he just smiled that beautiful smile.
Love at first sight.
Couple weeks later it was Halloween My mother made me the most beautiful dress
imaginable I dreamed of being a fairy princess
Then
there he was at the front door he
was dressed as a football player He stared straight at me
Never kissed another man.
Never wanted to.
We were freshmen in college.
He had just started and won his first game.
We were so happy.
So in love.
Afterwards, we went to a party to celebrate and we lasted maybe ten
minutes. before we found this little hall closet to sneak into.
I never felt so in love, so totally in love
with anyone in my life.
and splatter into the forbidden ground.
It's beautiful.
Exactly like the one my mother made for me.
It is perfect.
Wear it and don't think only good thoughts of the two of you together.
Keep them positive.
Pure.
How do you feel, Mrs. Barb?
I feel stronger.
Good.
Give me your hands.
Close your eyes.
Can you feel?
What do you mean?
Concentrate.
I see people dancing.
Red light.
A room.
Beautiful room.
Body.
Naked body.
They can't see you.
They can't hear you.
Do you love Billy?
Yeah. Do you want him back?
Yeah.
Then don't question so much.
Just close your eyes and go to him.
Magic is like love.
can hear anything that can cure things we don't even think it's possible to do.
For better or worse, in sickness and health, till death do us part.
Words to live by, wretches.
Words to fight for.
Till death do us part, sir.
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