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My husband gave my church contract to the woman he almost married. Twenty-nine years I did every wedding in that church. He signed her name on the order the same week he told me I looked tired. The pastor called to say he was sorry. My husband called to say I should be flattered he still thinks of me as the one who taught her. I said thank you. Then I took the last jar off my shelf and did not open it.