I love my SO. I've slept in parking lots in the rain with this man. I've slept in cars with him. We've gone months at a time eating nothing but the dollar menu and soup straight out of the can, showering at truck stops. We had jobs but we chose to stay on the streets until we had enough saved for an apartment. Even now, if I had to I'd stay on the streets for a week, a month, two months in order to get to where I need to be. It made me humble bc I'm the only girl, the first born, "the princess". When I met him I was a spoiled brat. If he dared take me to McDonald's I threw a fit. Now, I'll choose a thrift store before we go to a mall. I'll willingly choose the dollar menu when he says we can go anywhere. I appreciate him so much for teaching me what really matters In life. Now we've got our own house, a year model car and we're expecting our first child. I wouldn't and couldn't ask for anyone else. Our struggle is what made us the couple we are. Without him I'd probably still be worried about looking good and keeping up appearances. I love him so much and I can't even thank him enough for putting up with that bratty little girl and showing her there's more to life and there's other ways to be happy without material things.