Mine was… ok. I guess. It probably represented the general folly of the endeavour.
It was all organised last minute between lockdowns. He was keen to do it (it was his idea) but then weird about so much of it. even though it was actually the real wedding - the thing that matters - he minimised it all because there would (allegedly) be a big party at some point later.
I couldn’t spend much on a dress (my entire outfit, including shoes, cost £100) and the skirt I bought didn’t fit me (too big). And I shouldn’t look to weddings because that would be ridiculous at my wedding. No hair, no make up, no photos. Just FIL and SMIL as guests/witnesses. He bought himself a new suit that cost far more than my entire outfit though. But that was fine because he could wear it to a fake wedding with guests later. 🙄
we were late to the registry office because he wouldn’t leave early. Apparently he didn’t want to be hanging around. When we got there the (2 month old) baby was hungry and he just screamed through the (mercifully extremely short) ceremony. Afterwards we had an afternoon tea, which was ok. And that was it.
I regretted having done it within about a week. Got home and it seems that he’d decided that I’d somehow signed up to be nanny/housekeeper. Struggled on but left before a year was up.
In summary, it wasn’t very special. But that seems to have perfectly suited the occasion. A disappointing day for a truly disappointing marriage.