Since my husband and I are young (21 and 23) we hit our lowest when we first moved in together. This was 3 years ago. I was in my last month of high school and we felt it was right for us to move in together, I practically lived with him anyways and we were getting married that August. We found the tiniest apartment for $300 a month. We were so glad that it was affordable, yet clean! Boy was it tiny! You walked in to the kitchen and the living room was basically the same room. Our bedroom was off the living room and the bathroom was off the bedroom. It was about 400 sq ft! My husband worked in the campus mailroom and made $800 a month so it didn't give room for good food or extra's. We ate on hot pizza sandwiches. $50 fed us for two weeks. We would drive to the mall and sit on the bench and drink a Coke, because that was a special treat for us to have a name brand drink. I never once remember either one of us complaining. Hubby would cuddle me at night and say, "If we lived on love we would be millionaires" so I think that always kept us going.
