DH told me on our first date, which ended up lasting the whole weekend, that we would get married. I laughed, but deep down inside, I knew he was right.
Fast forward 10 years and he'd still not actually, you know, proposed. We argued talked about it, and he said he wasn't sure about our future together. So, I packed my bags and left.
2 weeks later he was begging me to come back. I said no, but agreed to start dating again. 2 weeks after that he proposed. I said no. A month later he proposed again. I said no. I wanted him to genuinely want to, and not just be a panic reaction to try and keep me.
Then I fell pregnant by accident. He proposed again, but I didn't want to be a pregnant bride. Then we lost the baby at 11 weeks. It was a nasty miscarriage, with long term complications. DH was just amazing, my rock. When we got back from the hospital, he got down on one knee in our living room and proposed again.
This time I said a very definite yes 