I would have to say, mine.
I grew up being sexually abused. I had trouble making any sort of real relationships with women until after I dropped out of college. Met a girl and was together for 6 years before we split. Dated a few girls and got over my hangups and insecurity and met this girl that would come to absolutely devastate me. It was a wild and hot relationship that burned bright but ended in spectacular fashion when I found she was fucking another guy. That day, HE found out she was fucking another guy (Me) and married (not to me) with a child (not mine). I went into a spiral of depression that led to 2+ years of agoraphobia and about 300 pounds of weight gain.
I finally got help, recovered, my life was turning around when 2012 happened. February 15th, my cat of 16 years died. April I had one of my two favorite Uncles die. My Mom got sick in July and early August, my other favorite Uncle dies suddenly of a heart attack. My Moms health is slowly declining. A good friend of mine dies Mid August. 2 Days later I admit my mother to the hospital, she has cancer. September 11th, 2012 she dies. Meanwhile, while battling all this, my bank details were stolen. Twice in 2 months. First between my Uncle and friend dying and the other between my friend and Mother dying.
I had lost down to 501 pounds (I was up to 580) and I just had enough. I ate my way back up to 560 in just under 1.5 years. My health was absolutely shit. Meanwhile I was in a long distance relationship with a wonderful woman for was reaching the 5 year mark. She tried to come to the US, denied her Visa. I said "Fuck this shit" and Sold my house, sold my car, move to Florida to be with my Dad for a bit as he was sick and kept going to the doctors a lot, I get my passport and I moved clear across the world to be with that woman. My Dad finds out soon after, Parkinson's Disease.
I finally married that woman after 5.5 years of long distance and celebrated July 25th of 2 years of no distance. Our wedding anniversary is October 10th. So, 1.5 months after getting here, we were married. The reason it took that long?
When I got here, my health caught up to me. I had a blocked artery that went to my lungs. I though it was adjusting my body. Maybe a cold, okay now it's bad flu. Finally, I am so sick and I'm in the shower, i feel faint so I get out, I run to the bed, I sit down when my fiance is looking at me. I stare at her face as I feel myself slipping away. I take a hard look at her face, I'm dying.
Some how, I snap to. She calls an ambulance and that's where the blocked artery is diagnosed with severe pneumonia and about half a liter of water in my lungs. I was drowning. They treat me, I'mf eeling better, the put me on blood thinners and 5 days later, released from the hospital. i start feeling better but still so very weak. Then I'm nauseas, I star peeing blood. I rush back, the blood thinners are storing into my fat and because I'm barely eating the fat is releasing it in super high doses. I start puking blood and, once again, I'm about to pass out from blood loss. They look at my blood and the initial doctor rushes into the ICU. My blood was so thing, that when he saw the numbers he thought I'd be bleeding out of my openings and possibly through my skin.
We finally find the right balance and 4 days later, I'm out of the ICU. As I was recovering, I had to study Islam so I could convert and we get married. We are now very happily married, I'm down to about 430 and due to summer, shedding weight fast. I'm as healthy as I've been in probably 15 years. I can go up 5 flights of steps with minimal struggle. I can go from lobby to our apartment (1 floor) with zero issues and can do it pretty damned quick.
That is my story.