As much as I don't like admitting this, my parents met in rehab. I think my Mom became pregnant with me soon afterwards. Nice story, huh?
Thanks for this, not everything needs to sound like a Harlequin Romance.
I don't know where my parents met, or how. My brother and I were abandoned by our mother as teens. She divorced our father when we were too little to remember and we lived with our drunken father for a short while until he dropped us off at Volunteers of America.
My brother and mother died a few years ago, 389 days apart, my brother first who was schizophrenic, then my mother, unexpectedly and too sudden.
Through all of this God helped me gain my GED, go to College, Pastor, and own a business. He has blessed me with my wife, and we also now have a 7 year old daughter.
I have Psalm 27:10 as my comfort, and God as my Father. I am blessed, that is a fact.