My husband and I got married 6 months after we met, because I got pregnant. He didn't even really propose to me, he just said, 'you want to keep the baby? I guess we should get married, then.' We moved in together, and we didn't get along; we argued constantly and decided to divorce. For another six months, we lived together as roommates, putting off making the divorce official until we had enough money to get separate apartments.
In those 6 months, we learned how to get along together. I realized that I still loved my husband, but if a divorce was what he wanted, I'd still give it to him. That year, on Christmas, my husband said he would miss me too much if we divorced and moved away. He got down on one knee and asked me to stay married to him.
I won't say it's been a picnic since then, but we never gave up, and we have a strong marriage now.