I had a two boyfriends before DH, one wanted to marry me, but I realised I didn't love him enough to marry him, so ended the relationship. That was very difficult, as he was devestated and I felt so guilty, but I knew it was the right thing to do.
The first time I saw DH, I knew he was the one. We were engaged after three months, (45 years ago tomorrow), married a year later, when I was 22 and still together 45 years later.
He drives me mad at times, but I wouldn't change him for anything. He has been there for me, supporting me through many health scares, never complains about the limitations on what we can now do together and we still enjoy each other's company, sharing the same values and quirky humour.