I was never the little girl who daydreamed about her wedding day. I never wrapped myself in a white sheet to create a makeshift dress or lined up my stuffed toys for a ceremony. When I reached adulthood, marriage still wasn’t on my agenda and it stayed that way for a long time. Throughout my 20s, boyfriends would ask if I saw myself getting married someday and the answer was always “no”. A comment about feminist values or trying to shirk the narrative of the “good woman” who settles down would inevitably follow.
The truth is, it was never about feminism and I’m certainly not anti-marriage, wedlock just wasn’t something I imagined for myself. That was until I met my current partner, who
