They say love is all you need, but I think marriage is more like a DIY project from a flat-pack furniture store.

You start with enthusiasm, follow vague instructions, argue over which part goes where, and eventually, you end up with something beautiful... and maybe a few extra pieces you're not sure about.

My fiancé started out saying he just wanted me to be happy with the wedding plans.

Now he's doing Venn diagrams to compare linen textures and debating the merits of different napkin folds.

When we started venue hunting for our wedding, we envisioned a picturesque estate, maybe a historic mansion, or a barn renovated with rustic chic elegance.

Two months and countless spreadsheets later, we decided the 'charming local event space' with surprisingly sturdy folding chairs was perfectly us.

My fiancé started out calm and collected during wedding planning.

Now she refers to the caterers as 'the culinary saboteurs' and believes the florists are part of a secret anti-bridal society.