We made the choice to "stay for the kid" when I became pregnant at 17. Even on my wedding day all I wanted to do was run away. I didn't want it, but I knew I couldn't make ends meet on my own and he was a great dad, even as young as we were.
It's been eight years and I can't say things have always been perfect. We really had a lot of growing up to do, but I'm so happy to have him by my side. We built our lives from the ground up and it's been a privilege. We've fought, nearly split a couple of times but we always come back to each other. He's my best friend and I really don't want to spend my time with anyone but him.
About a year ago I actually found out he didn't want to get married either. He wanted to run away just as much as I did. So that was pretty interesting, because one of the reasons i didn't want to leave was because I didn't want to break his heart. Turns out he was thinking the same thing.