Originally Posted by sewsplendidstamper
I kinda feel like I got lucky. We met at a bar when I was in college. He was just out finally after a deep depression from when his older brother was killed by a drunk driver the previous Christmas.
We met May 22, 2 days before I turned 22. He moved in a few weeks later, asked me to marry him July 31. that was in 96. We got married in 2000. We've been thru some craziness. We lost jobs, had to declare bankruptcy, had a daughter 3 1/2 months premature. She lived 23 days. We had a DS 6 1/2 weeks premature. He was in the hospital for 21 days. He's 6. Had DS 3 months premature after a medically exciting pregnancy and finally c section because my blood pressure sky rocketed.
We feel like we've been thru enough and now neither of us will leave/cheat/lie/slack. We're really honest with each other and laugh a LOT.
That sounds like craziness and awesomeness and special. My oldest was a preemie and I lost 1 before him and one after him...I think due to stress. My picker...when it comes to men...is very broken.