The Good
Marie was good. She was a very good person.She worked hard and did everything she needed to do. Once a week she mowed the lawn, she cleaned her house and did her laundry. Cleaning the house meant washing all the floors, washing down all the cupboards and the counters and even cleaning the bathtub which she almost never used. I know because since I was at home I offered to do these things every Friday.
Marie was kind. She had a good attitude about money. She was thrifty but didn't worry about money.
But she was also all about herself. Everything had to be her way. In feelings she was quite black and white. She made decisions about her feelings instead of feeling them.
The Bad
Marie didn't know what she felt. She answered a personality questionaire that I gave her and she was truthful that she didn't think about things and didn't know how she felt. She lived by her rules and the rules dictated how she reacted. I watched her ban a friend on Facebook becaue that longtime friend made a bad comment. Probably that was a cummulation but she just said I don't like her and banned her. Marie aslo said she didn't like her mother because she caused her father too much work and it would kill him. She just shut her mother off. Again maybe there wa more to it but it was a bit shocking. She made up her mind and even though I said that I like her mother and told her about the nice things her mother told me about her she put into her mind that her mother was causing her father difficulty. So the bad was that she was ruthless in cutting people off and maybe me too.
The Beautiful
Marie was beautiful. I constantly told her this every day. She didn't really believe it. "You only like my boobs because they are part of me". I liked every part of Marie. I told her she had an athlete's body. She was incredibly strong and recovered quickly.
Marie was naturally beautiful. I told her i liked her look on weekends with no makeup and in sweatpants and socks. She spent an hour each morning showering and getting her makeup on for work. With makeup yes she looked younger like a doll but her weekend look to me wa real and more beautiful
I told her that her feet were passable that I couldn't be with her if her feet were ugly. But with time I grew to see her feet as beautiful. Every part of her was beautiful. I loved Marie's body.
Marie laughed and joked. I had forgotten to play and have fun and she brought that back again. She didn't like deep discussions and especially not after work or on weekends. She called it work. She liked to watch silly shows like The Kardasions and Wendy. I asked her to watch a two hour documentary about companies and she lasted ten minutes. All tv that we watched were shows that she wanted to watch. I yelled at the tv when The Apprentice was on and Trump pretended to be a businessman and just wanted to rile people up to argue with each other and blame each other. I was a little too vocal when I told her this wa the opposite or real business. But, with time I sat quietly with her and wached her tv shows. She wanted me to sit with her. She would give me her feet to rub and occasionally a back rub and a release while she watched tv.
I am not sure if Marie liked sex. She mostly did it to please someone. Herself it took a very long time to orgasm and then it was not even noticable at all, not a sound. I could only tell she had one when her nipples got hard. That was it. She only had sex as a task and to please the person. More on that later because sex is a glimpse into the whole person.