11 years ago my now DH and I were both working at the local McD's. I was married with 2 DD's and had gone back to McD's to work parttime while I was trying to finish my Accounting degree. (got sidetracked with the kiddos) I was working on the front counters with my now DH, but at that time I did not even pay any special attention to him...I knew he was a hard worker but he is alot younger than I am (6 yrs) and I never gave any thought to him...
Anyway I was working with him and others during a busy time after a ballgame and a frequent customer was conversing with nowDH and I heard him mention something like "How about her!?..." something about going out on a date with someone...I said "Sorry, I am married." and the customer said "Yes, but are you HAPPILY married?" He was just joking around and meant nothing by it at all - he was always in the store goofing with the employees...But all of a sudden I felt like someone had stabbed me in the stomach with a sharp knife...those words echoed in my head over and over. At the time it had nothing to do with my now-DH as I didn't even really know him - that was just coincidence that he was the one the customer was talking to, but I knew that to answer that question honestly I had to say something I had not even admitted to myself yet - NO! I was (looking back now I can see) in a horrible relationship and was severly depressed. This moment - strange, chance moment - was what set me off on a better path to a better life. I got a divorce. Finished college. Got remarried to my DH. Got pregnant and had our wonderful DS. We worked hard together to pay off all the leftover debt that my ex-husband had racked up in my name. Bought a house suitable for a family of 5. Finally got a job that I love right in my small hometown. Don't get me wrong, times are tight and money is scarce but I have everything I ever needed now so I am so thankful for it all.

The other ironic thing about me & DH is an incident that happened even further back in our lives...I mentioned that I am 6 years older than he (and he never lets me forget it, lol) so around the time I was 18 and he was 12 (oh! that sounds so weird) I had a minor fender bender at one of the 3 redlights in our small town. I had rearended an "Old woman and her little boy"...as I was telling this story to my DH a longgggg time after we had been together we both realized that it was his mother & him that had been in that car in front of me! She was white haired even then as she was 40 when she gave birth to DH. She always got mad because everyone thinks she is DH's Grandmother instead...) I told him that it was that attraction to him that must have caused the accident even though we were both too young to know it.
We all laughed over that once we discovered it. And now the age difference doesn't seem to make as much difference...we plan to grow old together, I just have a head start.