When people fall in love, there’s always that one moment in your mind that everything just “clicks.” It could be something small, like a phrase or conversation, or something big like an event, that just makes you realize “this person is the one for me.” Sometimes, people know from the very first time the meat. Others stumble upon the moment in the beginning of their relationship. Others take a bit longer, but, get smacked in the face by the reality that – sh*t, I need to marry this person. These 24 husbands dished out on the exact moment they knew that their girl was the “one they needed to marry,” and – it’ll completely melt your heart.
My dad told me he knew he wanted to marry my mom when the McDonald’s opened in Moscow after the USSR crumbled and she ate 6 Big Macs in a row.
Short version: She literally saved my life.
Less-short version: I’m from Michigan. Back in December 2014, I was in Delaware for a business trip. I ended up getting food poisoning, which brought on DKA (for those non-diabeeds, basically your blood gets poisoned and your body tries to fight it off, which proves to be futile). I was vomiting constantly, and kept drifting in and out of consciousness. My wife (then-girlfriend) called me about 20 or 30 times before I finally answered. The only thing I could force myself to say was “hi baby. I’m really sick.” Then I blacked out again. What seemed like 5 minutes passed (which was actually about 12 – 13 hours) when I heard a banging on my hotel room door. I heard my girlfriend’s voice yelling “It’s me. Let me in.” I screamed as loud as I could “get in here! get in here!” then I blacked out. I woke up in the hospital a day later.
I found out that when I didn’t answer the door, she ran downstairs, got a key, came up, and called an ambulance. The ambulance said that they would be there in 30 minutes. She said “that’s not soon enough.” She put me into a rolling computer chair and pushed me to the elevator and out to her car, threw my near lifeless body in the backseat, and drove me to the hospital.
When all was said and done, my body had a blood sugar level of 1,400 (my normal range is 110 – 140) and my white blood cell count was around 3,000 (I’m not 100% about this number, but I know it was high). My wife sat with me for 6 days in the hospital. Sleeping in the chair next to me. Left to eat but came right back. She didn’t leave my side.
I should also mention that this was only 4 months after we started dating; however, we had been friends for a few years before this.
I found out later that if she would have waited for the ambulance, I would not have made it. She literally saved my life. She sacrificed her time, risked getting fired and failing classes to drive 13 hours from Michigan to Delaware to take care of me. Once it all hit me as to what she had done, I was completely speechless and realized that if this girl is willing to do something like this for me, I must be pretty fucking special to her.
I made it a priority once I recovered to ask her mother and father for their blessing, which they both gave me. I married her in May 2016. One of the scariest things to ever happen to me ended up showing me my girlfriend’s devotion and love for me. We just hit our one year anniversary, and although we’re a young couple, we are still kicking ass and going strong.
I left my favorite CD in her car (Dream Theater’s Scenes From a Memory). She wasn’t a huge fan, but put up with it whenever I listened.
One day I was on the phone with her while she was driving, and we said good-bye but she forgot to hang up.
I waited a few seconds and I heard her singing along.
my parents met 39 years ago last Friday, in a lineup for a movie. my moms friend knew my dad from another friend and introduced them. My dad was known as a ‘wild guy’, and my mom was seriously considering becoming a nun. naturally, they started dating.
couple months later, my mom found a lump in her breast. my dads aunt died of breast cancer very young, and it just freaked him out I guess. My mother had the lump removed and thank god it was benign, but my dad had already rushed out and bought an engagement ring.
He always claims he knew from the moment he saw her, but a couple of glasses of wine and he will tell you that he saw what life could be like without her, and it wasn’t worth living. they never fight, they always work together, and my moms heart still skips a beat when he comes home from work.
When I first told my father that I was dating someone new, he jokingly asked, “What’s her name? What does she do? What’s her bra size?”
I told her about it, hoping to prepare her for his sense of humor, and she thought it was hilarious. The first time they met she introduced herself by saying, “Hi I’m Stephanie! I’m in college and I’m a B-cup.”
My father was horrified, my mother was laughing hysterically, and I was in love.
In my first week as licensed as a paramedic I had a two year old die on me. When I got off work, I drove to my girlfriend’s place and told her about my day. I was pretty numb at the time, trying to process this kids death despite all my efforts. I laid down on her couch, and she just wrapped her arms around me and laid with me for 3-4 hours as I tried to process. She didn’t push or ask lots of questions, just laid their quietly and held me. I slowly was able to talk my way through it, and then the tears started. She cried with me. I felt the whole world was so dark and ugly, but she was my island of light. Started saving up for a ring that week, and asked her to marry me 6 months later. In September we celebrate our 5 year wedding anniversary. I’m still a paramedic, and she’s still my island.
Things were going really well, and I was saying to myself “If this keeps up, I think next summer I’ll pop the question.”
Then, my mother had a stroke. We were all sitting in the waiting area outside the ICU, because only 2 people were allowed in at a time. It was my now-wife’s birthday, and a Wednesday, and she didn’t hesitate to take the day off to sit with me and my family.
I went to visit my father at home, and she came with me. Her Italian instincts kicked it, and she brought a load of groceries and a lasagna with her.
My father was a mess at the hospital, and it fell on me and my siblings to speak with the doctors and make plans.
I would get home, and pour myself some bourbon. She made me dinner, and just sat with me while I silently sobbed.
It wasn’t about how great we were when things were good, it was about how perfect she was when things were bad.
I bought the ring 2 months later.
My husband tells me he knew when he casually asked me this question on our second date:
“What time is it?”
Correct answer and the answer I gave? “It’s Howdy Doody time.”
Married 24 years in August.
A few months into dating, she had a breakdown (at the time, she had been diagnosed as bipolar) where she spent a week in the psych ward of a local hospital.
The day she went in, I came to visit her, and she pleaded with me to just leave and be done with her. It wasn’t an absurd thing to suggest. After all, we were young (me 20, her 22), had only been dating for 3 months, and dealing with legit mental illness in a partner is a big thing to sign up for.
But not only did I not even for a second consider her suggestion, I knew in that moment of decision that this was the real fucking deal.
I proposed two months later. We were married just a little over a year after we started dating, and tomorrow is our 14th anniversary. She hasn’t had an episode since, which we both count as a blessing. But even if it does come again, I’ll be there.
My dad says that he first proposed to my mom over a plate of Lasagna. She had made it from scratch – like, hand-crafted the noodles from dough and everything.
He proposed to her over pasta, and she just rolled her eyes and said “Ask me again when you’re serious.”
After dinner he asked again and she said yes~
This may be a bit unusual, but the way she could toss an insult around. I tend to tease playfully, and she could always toss banter right back. We ended up insulting each other so much that my friend had to assure his girlfriend that we were only kidding and didn’t hate each other. It was great.
I had broken my right arm (actually cracked my elbow) and I’m right handed. We had been together for about 6 months and she wiped my ass for me. Enough said.
She was going to visit her dying grandpa who was in the hospital. She had to fly a ways to go see him and unfortunately, he died about an hour before she got there.
She said, “He tried so hard to hang on so we could say one last goodbye, but he just couldn’t quite make it.”
I said, “Or maybe he knew you were coming, so he died on purpose so he wouldn’t have to see you.”
She laughed her ass off.
She came over 2 weeks into us dating with a batman costume for my cat. She put my cat in the costume and then chased the cat around the apartment singing “DA-NUH-NUH-NUH BATCAT!”
There was never a doubt in my mind after that.
I had this friend who lived in Macedonia. My cousin introduced us when I was visiting my family.
My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and she got a mastectomy to remove her breast which lead her to being cancer free. My friend sent my mom a personal message that was over 4 paragraphs saying how thankful she was that she was ok and that she was having a speedy recovery.
I was dating another girl who basically took advantage of me and took an emotional toll on me. My friend was there on the phone while I balled my eyes out about how much of a bitch she was to me.
My aunt died of cancer days before Christmas. My friend was on the phone with my family to see if we were alright.
My cousin died of cancer. My friend was there for me every single day and checked up on my dad to see how he was doing since this was his niece.
My dog died of an unknown cause. She again was there all night as I cried my eyes out. I lost my closest friend that day.
I was struggling with school because I was constantly grieving from my aunt, cousin, dog, my moms recovery, and the emotional state my ex left me in. She kept giving me love and support no matter what.
I went back to Macedonia in May 2017. We hung out one day and I took her out to dinner to say thank you. She pulled a huge surprise for me. She got me a coffee mug with a picture of my dog on it and I burst out in tears.
She is now my fiance. We are doing the paper work process for her fiance visa. I fucking love her. I have dated many women here in the states, but god damn… even though the visa process is a head ache, she is completely worth it.
I stepped on a girls foot at a festival. I turned and apologized sincerely and the girl accepted my apology. Her drunk friend though decided to start screaming at me, and threatened to assault me saying “I’m a girl, you can’t hit back.” When she shoved me my future wife came out of nowhere and punched her so hard her shoe came off. I said “yup, I’m marrying this woman.
The moment I knew that my wife was the one for me, we were having some post-coital-pizza, and she asked me if the next time we did this, we could get double bacon on the pizza.
Never letting her go.
We were on a short road trip; I was driving and listening to Metallica pretty loud and she asked “Would you mind if I turned this up?”
We got really high, got in bed, and pretended we were pieces of chipotle chicken in a blanket quesadilla.
We’re getting married in January.
We were sitting on the beach at night and I was staring into her eyes. I knew then that I couldn’t live without her.
And then she poured sand down my ass crack. Romantic AF.
I was looking for my swim suit and shouted downstairs “Where is my super suit?” Without missing a beat she replied “whhhhhy do you need it?”
I want to say something romantic, but the only thing I can think of is the first time I farted in front of her. She laughed, then blasted one equally if not a bit more baritone than mine. We laughed like middle schoolers. We’ve been married 15 years this September and still keep each other laughing.
I got mad and yelled at her for some stupid shit because I had been in a toxic relationship prior to meeting her and I thought that what couples did (scream & argue). I expected her to yell back at me, but she just stared at me for a moment and asked if I was done. I said I was and she proceeded to explain to me that people who love one another do not treat each other that way. We can disagree with one another, but there’s no reason to be mean. “If we’re going to be together, please don’t be mean to me again.” That was 26 years ago (we’ve been married 25 years).
She invited me to her apartment to cook me dinner. On my way, I picked up a prescription and promptly took the first pill. Five minutes before dinner was ready, I had an adverse effect and passed out on her couch. Woke up and she was gone. Figured she went to the bar across the street we go to. Nope. As I was getting ready to leave, she returned with a fresh set of clothes and toiletries for me for work the next morning. She walked 9 blocks up the hill to my apartment, got me everything I needed for the next day, and came back. This was our second date.
We were three days into a month-long backpacking trip in southeast Asia. We’re staying in a seedy hotel in Bangkok and she gets a bad case of food poisoning – it’s coming out of both ends for 24 hours.
I, of course, am now designated as her nurse. I’m refilling her water bottle, getting her soup from the restaurant outside, keeping her company and, most importantly, emptying the trash bin she keeps puking into.
After one trip to empty her vomit bucket, I come back into the room and she’s asleep. I looked at her and thought to myself “I’m not even bothered by this. I’d do anything for her. This is the woman I’m going to marry.”
She’s a disgusting barf fairy, but she’s my disgusting barf fairy. Zero regrets.