Marrying him was a no-brainier. He was tall, dark, and handsome- everything I wanted in a partner. We mentally clicked immediately. I got his humor, where most girls he met didn't, and he loved that about me. We look good together. We have the same background and values.

The worst I could say about him is he dressed like a nerd, but that was easy to fix. Also, he was quiet, shy, not really my type of guy.

My past boyfriends had been characters to say the least. But he was a fine young man with great potential and good intentions.

I fell in love with him. The very first date we went on, I got in his car and he took my hand, and it just felt so good and safe. He called every night to talk. He didn't play games.

It was also a matter of timing. He was at a stage in his career where he was ready to get married, and so was I. It was a very logical thing to do, not like it was that we just couldn't live without each other, more like it was the next step in life.

Our roles were very clear without us even discussing it. He worked long hours and I just naturally started doing everything else. At first, everything was pretty great. And even throughout all this sex nightmare drama, we are best friends, laugh at each other's jokes, enjoy doing things together.