Neither of my weddings were expensive. First one was at an awesome ranch where I spent my childhood summers. Second was at a relative’s horrible country club and I hated the location. Gorgeous thick silk dresses for nearly free: my mom’s, and a rental.
But apparently it isn’t the cost of the wedding guaranteeing the divorce. The key seems to be knowing how to pick your spouse, dammit. I picked two men who are still my friends. But one was a foreigner with some scary mafia ties that I didn’t understand at the time would become a threat. And the other abandoned not just me but four kids, possibly due to his mental illness (sometimes bran dysfunction and character issues are hard to distinguish). I would have been a great wife to somebody.
I doubt I’ll get married again. I’m sad about it. But I think from now on I only have time for a boyfriend. My kids will always come first.
Sorry, your marriages failed but not because of you. Yes, you have to put the children first now.