Wasn’t nervous at all until about 5 minutes before the ceremony, which quickly passed (the nervousness that is - we’re still married, almost 16 years later).
Wasn’t nervous at all about the wedding, the preparation, the marriage, or my choice of groom. What made me completely bonkers was all the stupid, unnecessary family drama (almost all of it on my side, particularly my sister, dad, and stepmother).
Coming up on our 1st anniversary in a few weeks. 
I was happy, confident and excited. I was also a little nervous, but I remember telling someone that I had no doubt this person as he was now was the person I wanted to be with for the rest of my life - my only fear was that he might change as the years passed, that we might grow apart. I took marriage very, very seriously and I only went ahead with it because I was absolutely sure that this person was right for me and this relationship was forever.
We separated five years later, and divorced as soon as we were legally able, about 15 months after that.
Not at all. That was apparently the wrong response for the wife.
But shes put up with it for the last 9 years. I’m still waiting for the other shoe…
I knew I was going to marry him before we spoke. We lived together for 6 months before marrying, which was at the justice of the peace. not nervous at all.
The marriage; well, it was not fun, but that had nothing to do with the wedding.
Just judging from the outside, my sister in law was irritated by all the people and things and details to take care of (she’s learned to relax her need for control ever since, mostly thanks to having two children), my brother was amazed that she did want to marry him, both were wishing it would Just Be Over. They’ve been married 10 years.
I know that for her second wedding (his first), my aunt was excited, her husband was rolling his eyes (he would never have asked her to marry him if his mother hadn’t disapproved of their living in sin), they’ve been married… uhm… some twenty-five years.
The only divorce in my family has been that aunt, and that first wedding should never have happened. The list of reasons why that first marriage is null includes half a dozen items. What I don’t know is if she was more nervous than usual for that first wedding, she’s a sort of bouncing ball the whole time so it can be hard to tell but it’s never been mentioned in family conversations.
I was nervous about the logistics of the day (would the caterers turn up? would it rain? would the bus show?) and about being the centre of attention, which I really don’t like. But I wasn’t nervous about commiting to spending the rest of my life with my lovely hubby.
Nervous? Just a little, but it didn’t last more than an hour because Mr. Sali and I eloped. Got married in the parlor of a judge, with two witnesses, he and I dressed in our best office clothes, went to Denney’s after for sausage gravy on biscuits… On one hand, I didn’t get to wear a wedding gown, pick out bridesmaids dresses, look at catering menus, plan a honeymoon. On the other hand, I avoided the stress of all that…(I was excited and happy to get legally hitched, but sad because no one from my family was there as they were going through a … situation. Fuck 'em, we said. And so I was the life long holder of the “You Never Came To My Wedding” card, entitled to bleat that sentence out at any time in the years to come :p, though I only did once.) Married 23 years now. Living well IS the best revenge. …
This is how I was - I wasn’t nervous about getting married, just getting the ceremony over with so I wasn’t “onstage” any more.
It’ll be 19 years in October.
Wow! I didn’t see this thread 'til today and was thinking about responses as I read through. I wans’t sure if the nerves were regaring the wedding or the marriage.
I was going to ask of it was a second for her intended as well, because if not she might want it to be especially perfect for him…
But apparently that’s not it. I hope, whatever the end result is, that everyone comes away more or less okay.
Gah! Took me a second to remember that the above referred to your SISTER’s wedding.
Sorry! I didn’t think about how that could be read.
Definitely my sister’s wedding. And she lives out of state and the wedding is supposed to be in early September, so this is throwing a monkey in the wrench, to use a family saying.
I was very nervous before my wedding, but then again, one of the aspects of my OCD is that I obsessively worry about stuff. I wasn’t worried so much about getting married as I was about my pregnant bridesmaid throwing up in the church, my ring bearer getting stage fright and hiding in the sacristy, my elderly godmother breaking a hip during the presentation of the gifts, the organist not being able to make it into town because of the snow…
I’ve only been married about 6 months, so I’ll let you know in a decade or two how that worked out…