I met my husband at age 19 - I was still living at home and attending some meetings under duress from my parents. I was definitly on the way out, but not consiously fading.
I met "him" at work and we got on quite well. We started hanging out together after work and eventually it was inevitable - I was talking about him constantly at home and my mum knew something was up between us. I became more and more determined to see him, despite the non approval of my family.
I didn't hide the fact that I was a JW from "him" but I don't know if he really knew what he was getting himself into when he and I started dating.
As he and I became more serious, my JW family and friends tried their hardest to convert him - in him to meeting and sending "just the right brother" (someone he might relate to I guess?) to talk to him and offer him a study. He even came with me to a Sunday meeting once - but he wasn't in the least bit interested and wasn't going to be converted - not even for me lol!
I was steadily getting more and more frustrated by the goings on at home, the pressure that my family and the elders were putting on me and eventually I just moved out. I answered an ad on the bulletin board at work for a someone looking for a flat mate, and two days later, moved. And never looked back. My mom blamed "him", cried, screamed - my dad threatened to get the police even but I think he knew that I wasn emancipated minor and that wouldn't work. I visited them a week or two later and it was strained, but I think they realised that if they wanted to still see me - they would have to accept my decision.
Well that's my story... I don't know if it has any relevance here but it is always good to share!