When I met my wife, I was angry at G-d and life in general. My wife had suffered trauma herself. About ten years ago, her father was beaten to death and robbed twice for drug money over the course of a couple of days. She had a longer time to heal from her trauma and was in a position to help heal me. The day after we got engaged, I started developing symptoms of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. There were times when my mind raced so fast that I couldn't sleep at night. My wife was there to help me get through it at a time when I could have never made it alone.
My ex found out that I was getting married and made two attempts to stop the wedding. But she failed. I was with the woman G-d had hand-picked for me and he placed a hedge of protection around our relationship.
We only had faith and $300. I gave $30 in an offering to the poor without claiming any blessings. Our wedding was paid in full by that afternoon. We fed 96 people a full meal, and had a dozen volunteers. Many volunteers were friends with my mom and had never met me personally until the day of the wedding. My mother never cared for anyone else I dated until Mary. I never thought she would approve of anyone. But she approved of Mary. She knows how good Mary has been to me and volunteered most of the finances. Members of my congregation put together a canopy and decorations. One member ran the sound. Two people volunteered for taking pictures and videos. We celebrated our first year as a couple this weekend and five months of marriage,
If I married a person who was my soul-mate, I would be just as broken as I was when we met.