I'm twice married, twice divorced.
Yes, I am the common denominator. And yes, in that respect, I AM the problem.
I am the problem in that I was brought up to view men as more important than me, to believe their feelings to be more important than mine, to understand that I should be grateful if a man wanted to marry me. I was brought up to believe that sex was 'nasty', and women who indulged in it for enjoyment were a bit 'slutty'.
I was also sexually abused by my eldest brother when I was 10. So it's no wonder, really, that I never really fancied any men- I didn't think I was 'allowed' to feel that emotion.
I married two men who were similar types- although the second was a big improvement on the first. Both were mummy's boys and I exhausted myself looking after them- only to have them treat me as their housekeeper with added benefits.
Luckily, with age came some wisdom. And with that wisdom came the ability to value myself. And when that came- so did the relationship I never dreamed I'd be able to have.
I've been with my DP for four years. We might marry, we might not. It's no longer that important to me- I know he loves me and wants to spend the rest of his life with me. And I him. But if we do decide to get married, we will. And we'll do it any damned way we choose.
Fortunately for us, we don't know any narrow-minded, unimaginative, unsympathetic people, so would invite our friends and family to celebrate with us, secure in the knowledge that they wouldn't dream of judging us poorly.