I have been married for 19 out of the last 20 years - with a 1 year break in the middle. 
I like being married, but I don't really understand why. I hate weddings and try to avoid going to them. I would have avoided my own if I could have sent a proxy. Both times I only gave my nearest and dearest a week's notice. The first time, my mother still managed to stick her oar in and we ended up with guests and a chaotic sort of reception (which I absolutely didn't want) and the school that first h taught at came. Yes, the whole school. It was a very small special school and no one invited them. The principal just thought it would be OK for them all to turn up. 
I don't do dresses, especially wedding ones and would rather eat my own feet than be the centre of attention, so it was all a bit of a trial and no one was impressed by my Camden market clothes accessorized with a giant tartan hat and M&S men's XXXL holey navy cardigan. I also wore Goth-type makeup. I looked minging. H was in a suit. We looked as bonkers as we in fact were.
Wedding 2 was much better. Me, dh, dd and my parents as witnesses. And the registrar took a couple of snaps. Done and dusted in 20 mins.
The loathing weddings thing runs in the family. Db and dsil got married in a drive-in wedding chapel in Vegas and sent everyone a postcard afterwards.