The happiest thing for me (after being DF'd and divorced) was that I finally had a chance to find my first love (a classmate in school), who was sent away by my father because he wasn't a witness. After 18 years I was still looking for closure, had a couple of questions to ask him and wanted to end it all with one last chance to tell him how sorry I was (about what my father did to him) and how much I liked him back then.
I found him, we had that last talk... and it was the beginning of a new life. The spark appeared to still be there, for both of us. We tried to fight it, since he was married. But because his marriage wasn't happy and his wife was extremely jealous, he gave up on her and they divorced. He then needed time to recover emotionally, since his now ex-wife really terrorized him and took away his only child. Nearly two years after that we were still together but also still living apart. And then he finally asked me to come live with him. A couple of years later we married and now we feel lucky to be together every day!
He never expected me to escape the JW's (nor my parents), and is proud and happy that I did and that I found him after all those years.