This was told to me as truth by a gentlemen I worked with for a few years. He was from Fayettville Ark. As a young man he moved to St. Louis and took a job as a roofer. Business was good and he was making money hand over fist. In the down time he liked to party and party hard. He threw money around like it was nothing. In midst of all this he met the most beautiful woman, he had ever seen he pursed her with passion and convinced her to married him. He took her home for a met and greet with the family and to marry there among all his friends. On the day of the wedding he sensed something was wrong with his mother. Whats wrong momma he kept asking. All she would say was "are you sure you want to do this son". Of course momma look at her she is so pretty. So they got married. Back they went. He bought a house, soon she was with child. Then the baby came. Within a year of that she had taken up with another man and left him high and dry with the baby. Not knowing what to do he took his child and ran home. Setting on the couch in his mothers house he wailed and cried and sobbed. The whole time his mother sat with him and listened and patted him on the back. Finally spent he just collapsed sobbing. It was then his mother who had said nothing the whole time looked him in the eyes and said "But son she is sooooo pretty."
