My wife is a beautiful, patient lady who saw past my roughness and took me in.
When we met, I was working in a pizza restaurant and spending most of my spare time involved in live-action sword fighting games. She saw the potential in me that I didn't see in myself and banned me from participating in these kinds of activities.
Now I have a decent desk job in an insurance call center, and a house in suburban Barstow. Here is the view from my cubicle at work:
I eat only healthy food (unless I'm out of the house around a mealtime. Then I have to hide the evidence.) And we go for a powerwalk every morning.
This woman has made me deliriously happy. She just doesn't like my little obsessions. So I sneak around a little and plan for the coming apocalypse.