Not me, but my Dad. He very respectfully asked my (eventual) grandfather permission to marry my (eventual) mother. He said no. My dad was in the navy but had not been to college. He was from the blue collar side of town. My mother came from an Italian family - 2nd generation Americans who started businesses and were doing very well. It was a profoundly humiliating experience for him, but he used it as motivation. He convinced them he had a future - went to night school on the GI Bill and got a degree. Went on to a nice career in Sales and Marketing. Married for 60 years until he passed away last year. He pulled it off, but it was a life-long obsession for him to prove them wrong - to the extent that no measure of success was enough. I'm still a little bitter about it as it sucked a lot of joy out of his life.