Today I remember that my husband was not even my first choice to get married

The first time I met my husband before marriage, I felt like so much disappointed for no reason. My sixth sense was screaming at the top of it's lungs that there is something wrong with this guy, are you seriously getting to marry this guy. I even argued with my parents afterwards going to home that I don't want to get married with this guy. I remember I was so late for the second visit, even he thought I am not gonna come to visit before marriage with my husband and still I was not convinced, I always felt there is something wrong from my sixth sense but my parents convicted me to marry this guy and see where I am now, posting how I am unhappy with my married life and he don't give a shit about my happiness. I still remember the sentence that I told to my parents that I don't want to marry this guy. Moral of the story is sixth sense never fails.