It was all so wrong, and I almost did it, but thankfully I pulled out at the last minute and didn’t marry NM. His last marriage floundered when wife number two had started hinting about babies. This was not part of the bargain as far as NM was concerned: his two children from his first marriage were quite enough. I wasn’t bothered about kids myself (although I did love NM’s sweet 11-year old son). On the morning of the wedding itself I eventually recognised marriage to NM as a recipe for disaster. The big clue was how much attention was focused on the choice of New Romantic-style shirt for the groom. My bridal dress was barely mentioned.