My husband and I got engaged after about 10 months of dating. Each of us just
knew that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. I can't explain it. We just...
knew.
We then spent the next 2.5 years engaged, and we lived together for most of that time (much to my father's chagrin). We've been married for eight years now.
DH was, and is, a good friend of one of my sorority sisters - let's call her "Anne". Anne is the sort of person who chooses her friends very carefully. Just the fact that DH is her friend speaks volumes about his character - and vice versa. Anne had tried to set us up in the past, but it fell through. So DH and I each had a couple of relationships from hell... then we found each other.
Naturally, Anne was our maid of honor.
