Nutshell summary version: My spouse and I met under very bizarre circumstances. While going to UNO, i worked at a hotel reservations place in Omaha. I had a repeat customer constantly calling to book and change reservations at hotels in Philly, and eventually developed a rapport with her. We even started calling each other when I wasn't work. I was due some vacation time, and could get rooms ultra cheaply, so I booked two rooms and drove out to Philly, in the middle of freaking winter. What an idiot. So, of course there was an ice storm and they couldn't make it, but said they'd send their friend, <future spouse>, down to pick me up and bring them back to their home. Spent the weekend at their place, hit it off with <future spouse> and left for back home, back to being a student again, with no real intentions of doing anything life changing, but we did talk on the phone a bit here and there.
Then, as cruel fate would have it, had a very serious and upsetting issue happen in my family, where I was being accused of something, I told him what was going on, not knowing what to expect from him. He began to tell me of a very similar thing that had happened to him in the past. That similar type of accusation he'd gone through became a cemented bond. I stopped the new major, graduated with the one I had the whole time,, and then moved to the Philly area not long after that and here i still sit, 24 years later.
