It’s embarrassing to admit but I have been engaged several times yet have never married.
It is not as if I didn’t love the men who asked me – I did and still do – it’s just that I wasn’t emotionally ready and the thought of marriage terrified me.
As an atheist, I loathed the thought of having organised religion play any part in sealing my love legally. This caused a big problem for one fiancé who wanted to appease his Catholic parents. In the end, it was an insurmountable issue.
Same goes for the vows, as I obey nobody and could not, in all honesty, promise until death do us part to someone I love. I believe no one really can.
Then there’s the pressure for a wedding, something that still makes me break out in a nervous rash just contemplating. You see, I have not only never wanted to be a princess for a day, the centre of all attention, the very thought of it has about as much appeal as a night of lust with Christopher Pyne (sorry if that imagery has scarred you).
Add to this the fact such a celebration would cost a house deposit, that I would have to invite the partners of friends who I don’t know or like to witness such an intimate moment. Then, there’s the vows, the expectation of a frou frou frilly frock, bridesmaids (my girlfriends are neither maids nor servants to me), a matron of honour (Matron! Arrgggggggh!) and the whole idea is an anathema to me.
Until now, that is.
You see, I was lucky enough to attend a gay wedding recently and it was such a beautiful, honest, loving and hard-earned exchange, I melted.
The couple have been together for some 15-odd years and are best friends as well as lovers. It was so important to them to seal their love legally, to show their families and friends the depths of their devotion, it became a joyous occasion that I will never forget. I finally got it. Marriage is important.