I met the love of my life in July after I graduated from high school. We fell in love very quickly, and I knew he was The One. We started a long distance relationship that spurned a LOT of stupid love actions.

First, I dropped out of a 4 year university degree, losing many scholarships in the process, in favor of a 1 year certificate program at college. I might add that the certificate is not recognized in my current city, anyway.

This started 8 months of living 600km apart. Every second weekend, we'd each drive ~300km to meet halfway in my hometown, or one of us would drive the full distance. We'd spend less than 48hours together, and each go home. This happened no matter what; through honest to goodness blizzards, snow, ice, and rain. I once drove on a freshly-snowed-on highway with no tracks whatsoever, to get home! Another time, a police officer called my bf from a town on the way to me, to tell him to drive safer, because people had made complaints (oops!).

A year after meeting, I moved to his unknown city, with no job waiting, no friends, barely any savings left, and an useless certificate. He worked evenings, with a dismal salary, and 4 years of trade school ahead of him.

We got married that fall, two broke kids (19 and 20), living in an apartment, barely making ends meet. Two years later, we're still broke (okay, it mostly just feels that way now!), building a house together, and expecting our first child.

We're doing just fine. Happier than ever. All those crazy, stupid things just worked out.