When I was single, I liked going out on the town by myself to bars and restaurants to chat with strangers and meet people. I hated being home with my parents (I had just finished grad school at the time), so I went out alone. So believe it or not, I met my hubby at a pub. I was sitting at the bar eating dinner and he sat down with a friend. I butted into the conversation, and the rest is history.

There was a period of time after our first date where we were chatting long-distance via email because he hadn't yet moved to my city. So, during those series of "getting to know you" emails, I told him about my diagnosis. He took it very well, and he has never looked down at me because of my MI. I take VERY good care of myself and I don't need him to remind me to do anything. So, apart from the whining about anxiety or worries and the occasional mood swing, I don't think I get on his nerves much. We get along great, are very much in love, and complement one another very well. We lived together 2 years before getting married. We've been married 4 years now.