First time was a bit complicated.
My husband and I were quite far apart in age, I was 20 and he was 45. We had known one another for awhile before it progressed beyond acquaintance stage. I'm not very pretty and he had just gotten out of prison for a non-violent crime when he and I met, so I was fond of joking that the only reason he fell in love with me was because I was the first female he saw in 6 months. Our relationship progressed slowly and naturally. We moved in together in 2002 and had a daughter in 2004. Despite our age difference, we still had enough in common to base a relationship on (liked the same music, both liked horses, liked military history and just history in general, both grew up with an "ethnic background"). Shortly after our daughter was born, his health began to deteriorate. He had several botched knee surgeries, developed ulcers, depression, gall bladders issues, and heart issues. As his health suffered and he almost died several times, I realized how vulnerable financially that I was. I had turned down his earlier proposals, "I stay with you because I love you, not because a piece of paper says I have to." But when I began to hint that I now wanted to make it legal, he grew suspicious. So more limbo for a few years.
We eventually did get married in 2008 and he did die in 2011. Though I still love him and still miss him at times, I am so glad that we did get married simply because my daughter and I would have been without a home otherwise. Granted, we could have found somewhere but still ...
The man I am with now mentioned marriage to me the first time we ever talked on the phone to one another. I told him that I was recently widowed and not ready for it yet. We had a little rough patch during the early part of our relationship over religion (he's a Baptist, I'm not religious at all) but we got through it. AFter we had been together several months, I teased him one day about how he's not supposed to have "relations before marriage" and his response startled me. "Well, if you read the Old Testament, there were no formal weddings, when a man and a woman were together, that was considered marriage. In my mind, I already think of you as my wife. You will be the last. Whatever happens with us, you will be the last woman I am with." I'll admit that that proclamation made me a little uncomfortable at first and he has mentioned it two or three times since but I am starting to feel the same about him. My job position is a little shaky right now and when he brought up marriage a few weeks ago (I told him that no wedding would happen until at least a year after my husband had died and he realized it had been over a year) I told him that if I do get fired, then I'll need first husband's SSI to fall back on and if I get remarried, I would not be able to apply for it. He looked me in the eye and said, "You're already my wife. We'll just say our own vows to one another."