Well, for me the wife wanted us married and in reflection I do not regret it in the slightest. At the time we'd been together for 10 years (no kids... That's still on the cards with me dragging my heals) and she started pushing. To me, I didn't see the point - I had no intention of wandering off, very committed to the relationship and as neither of us have wealthy parents I had the 'oh crap.. Marriage is expensive... Why would anyone spend that much money on one fringing day' thing going on... But be it part of the stereotype or not, she dreamed if her white wedding, church and the whole shabang... So we tightened our belts and went for it (+ I knew that if I valued my sanity and wanted to continue with certain 'privileges'... It was in my best interests to say 'yes dear').

Was quite stressful getting it sorted and I remember quite vividly her mum and the missus having a fit when I accidentally spilled jerky sauce on one of the brides maids dresses the night before ... And the Farther (she is catholic, I'm an athiest) giving me a lecture about raising catholic children amongst other things to which I had to grin and bare it unless I wanted the wife's elbow in my ribs... But yes, the day went without a hitch.

It added security to our relationship, we're very committed to each other and being married in some way I don't understand, reenforces it.