Honestly, tomato, the stress was terrible. It almost broke our marriage. He came over before we married on a tourist visa (150 quid) to make sure he still wanted to come etc, stayed six months and obviously couldn't work or anything (fair enough). Then he went back to his country and spent four months (and about 700 quid) on his fiance visa application, English test, biometrics etc., finally got that and came over and we got married. We then applied for a spousal visa (another 700 quid) and waited SEVEN MONTHS without hearing ANYTHING from UKBA before it was granted. During that time he was stuck on the terms of his fiance visa so couldn't work and also his passport was with the UKBA, so he couldn't travel even though his mother was ill at the time and he needed to visit her. By this time he hadn't been able to work in the UK or in his home country (given he was trying to leave it) for a year and a half. When the visa came through, I was sent on a secondment abroad where he was granted a visa almost immediately!
When we came back from abroad we realised he had been granted the wrong kind of visa so had to wait ANOTHER seven months while UKBA sorted that out. Then we had to pay more than 1000 pounds for an extension to that visa, plus 150 for yet another English test (because presumably he'd forgotten all his English from a year and a half before.) He now has a year and a half left to run on his current visa before he can apply for ILR (another 1500 I think, plus UK citizenship test). And then he has to wait again before he can apply for a passport (which is I don't even know how much).
And each time, we had to wade through all the immigration rules (I'm a lawyer and even I found them impossible to understand), gather all the required documents (including personal emails and photos 'proving' we were a real couple), try and get responses to our queries (see below), wait up until 2am several nights so we could get an appointment at the immigration centre before they were all booked up, and then go along and be treated like a pair of criminals and justify our marriage before a bunch of box ticking bureaucrats.
The absolute worst time was during that seven month wait for the spousal visa though. We had no idea what was going on, every time we called we got a maze of telephone redirections which ended in a message telling us to refer to the UKBA website. If you did get through, you got someone on the other end telling you to, guess what? refer to the website. I had to get my MP and the press involved to get any information at all about the progress of our application. And all that time I was the sole earner on a not particularly high salary in London, but living in a one bed flat we could ill afford rather than a flatshare because we were terrified the UKBA would think it looked like a sham if a married couple were living with other people (they had that whole accommodation survey thing - oh yeah, another 180 quid).
It was awful. So fucking glad we left.