I never thought Doug and I would be in this situation. My name is Becca. I'm nineteen, and Doug is twenty. We were married three months ago and moved into a new apartment building near his work. We were high school sweethearts and were very devoted to each other. Doug was a high school athlete, tall, wiry, and good-looking. I was a cheerleader, five feet ten inches, thin, with an oversized, firm rack. I turned a lot of he...