There were two reasons I got married. 1) I wanted to profess my committed relationship to my now-wife. Until one of us dies. Or both. Or she gets fed up with me and kicks me out. But I'll be there until she no longer wants me to be. 2) I wanted to say, "Hey, society. This lady and I are a familial unit now. Treat us as one, please."
No, I didn't get married in a church. (Fun fact: It was a town hall that the wife and I rented.) No, we weren't married by a pastor, (We were married by a fellow who got a license to marry people so he could do so legally in Tolkien Elven at Ren Faires. He did not do so for us, but both the wife and I would have been totally cool with that.) We kissed, we danced, we took four hours of pictures, and I almost passed out because I didn't eat breakfast.
The wife and I don't have the perfect marriage. Money is tight (understatement of the century!). Our views on organized religion differ substantially. She's an extrovert, and I'm an introvert. I'm a fighter, and love sports, and she's about as athletic as a box of chocolates. She cries and throws things when she gets mad, and I give the cold shoulder and the silent treatment. We're different, but we are just as much in love as the day we married, the year we dated, and the year we were friends with benefits. Our relationship has grown, and we both had partners before one another. There comes a point where you have to say, "You know what? It's really no big deal," and move forward.
I hate to use the most generic quote in sports, but I think it fits here.
It is what it is.