50 Men Reveal The Exact Moment That Made Them Want To Marry Their Woman

have to post this for my dad.

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.

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

When my son called her "Mama". My ex left us high and dry when my son was 4 months old.

She opened her fridge and I saw she had organized her jelly by the visible light spectrum.

After we got married, she confessed that she did that on accident and had no idea what I had been talking about but just rolled with it because she could tell she scored points.

I kept her anyway.

Edit: to those saying "just say color", the visible light spectrum is a specific order. If I had said "organized by color" that says nothing about the order, which is what impressed me. This is not me bragging about being smart, this is elementary school stuff, people. Crack a damn book.

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.

I actually have a picture I took of her the moment I realized it. Nothing in particular happened. We had been dating for a while and went on vacation together. When we arrived at the resort, we were sitting on the veranda having a drink and it just hit me: "This is the girl I am going to marry." So I immediately took her picture. The look on her face is sort of like, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

I realize this is buried and nobody will see it and it's not a cool or funny story, but I wanted to put in my answer to be archived on the interwebs forever. I just love that girl so much.

EDIT: You people are awesome! I posted this in the morning, and I just checked my phone and saw all the upvotes and I had to go find the pic. It took some looking; it was on an old backup drive. The pic is from 2005. Here it is: [My beautiful girl](http://imgur.com/a/KV4oN)

This is on the veranda of the St. Regis Mardavall on Mallorca. (At the time it was just the Mardavall.) Looking at this reminds me she was wearing my sweatshirt because it was a little chilly in the late afternoon. (It wasn't, but she gets cold when it isn't at least 75F.) She is looking at the guidebook and map. Now that I look at the picture after all these years, the late-afternoon golden light, in retrospect, might have been conspiring to influence me. Something about her at that very moment made it clear that she was the girl I was going to spend the rest of my life with. It's been 10 wonderful years.

Thank you, great people, for encouraging me to dig this out and re-live this moment.

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 f*****g 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 a*s and going strong.

When we were having a conversation and she kept making me laugh. Her sense of humor is incredible. It also helped when I was taking her out on an early date and she said, "You're spending too much money on me." She knew money was very tight for me (we were in college).

Our 34th anniversary is this Saturday.

She told me on several occasions that she would murder me if I dumped her after she turned 40. So I proposed on her fortieth birthday.

I was divorced going on my third year, had dated several women. But this one girl I only had been dating 10 days when I blurted out asking her to marry me. She said yes. Its been 32 years now and were still very much in love.

I was driving us home from a golf tournament for couples. We stopped to get some lunch and as I was driving she handed me a perfectly unwrapped burger that I could eat one handed while she sat cross legged next to me. Not sure why but I just felt so loved, nurtured and happy in that moment. Now that's sort of our thing. We love to travel and no matter where we stop to eat she will always make sure I am able to eat in a convenient way. Something about watching the road while your now wife sets a napkin on your leg, puts the fries face up in the cup holder and gets the burger ready to go . Been together 10 years married for two.

When I realized that I would rather stay home watching stupid t.v. shows or movies with her, than going out with my friends.

Hot redhead on St. Patrick's day drinking Guinness out of a pitcher. That's the girl for me! Introduced myself, spent the rest of the day with her, stumbled to a buddy's who lived close to the bar, told him I met the girl I was going to marry. Been 20+ years.

She insisted on cooking me steak on one of our first few dates. It was the best steak I'd ever had. I ended up drunkenly confessing my love soon afterward. For the steaks, of course.

I don't even care how cliché it is; I knew the first moment I saw her.

It was this super weird feeling of intuition that I'd never felt before, and that never went away. It was like "yep, you're going to marry her someday. In the meantime, you should figure yourself out because you're kind of a giant tool right now." We didn't even date until ~5 years later--dated other people and had our own lives--and during that whole time she was just this little seed waiting patiently in the back of my subconsciousness.

Marriage has been at times euphoric and at times agonizing. Right now it's better than ever. Our second baby will be born next week :)

My wife and I were good friends before we became romantically involved. She was "one of the guys," and it wasn't unusual to roughhouse a little (this sounds sexual in retrospect, but it really wasn't at the time). You know that thing you used to do to your sister when you were like 12, where you'd pin her down and threaten to spit on her by letting the spit hang out of your mouth, then sucking it back up at the last minute? (Dear God, I hope I'm not the only one who did this.) Well, I did that to my friend-now-wife, except I waited too long and I accidentally spit directly in her eye. Instead of being furious like a normal person, she busted out laughing. We've been married 12 years.

I lived in a half decent apartment in Hell's Kitchen in NYC. The place had a tub that was massively stained when I moved in. Every chick I "dated" tried to get that stain out. This was in the 90s when I was young and single in NYC... so that means plenty of women took a shot at it.

My future wife came out of the bathroom one day and nonchalantly said, "cleaned the tub"... I ran into the bathroom and couldn't believe my eyes. "That was my Sword in the Stone! How did you do it???"

"Meh. I don't give up."

Edit: I've now asked her how she did it. She claims it was nothing more than Ajax and bleach. It was orange, so we're thinking an iron stain. Sorry there isn't a more magickal answer. But I guess the truth is her resolve dissolves all else.

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.

Edit: my wife isn't the one who's foot I stepped on. Should have worded it better. She and I had been casually dating 8 months and she was off looking for our friends when I stepped on the girls foot

Engaged.

Our first date lasted 12 hours because we just couldn't stop talking.

Our second date was supposed to be just dinner and it lasted almost 2 days.

She drove away after the second date and I couldn't imagine my life without her in it. I was ecstatic to find out she felt the same.

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.