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Diane Pulford, 52, from Peterborough, runs her own jewellery business. She has one son, Michael, 29, and is single.
She says: My wedding day in June 1977 was gloriously warm and sunny and I remember thinking that being cooped up in a church and hotel was a massive waste.
I even said to my mother, Florence: ‘I hope you’re happy, I can think of better things to do with my time.' Under pressure:
Diane Pulford married Tom in 1977 'Carol, my older sister who’d made my wedding dress, was horrified and told me not to be so selfish and to think of all the people who’d gone to so much trouble to make the day perfect.
'I was 19 years old at the time — in hindsight, far too young to marry — and my fiancé, Tony, was 21.
'He was a lovely, polite and kind young man, but he didn’t make my heart flutter. I liked him enormously, but I didn’t love him.
'My father, Bill, was an old-fashioned, working-class man. He’d tease me about having my head in the clouds and his mantra was: ‘Love doesn’t pay the bills.’
'I met Tony when I was a filing clerk at the firm he worked for. He was well spoken, middle-class and had an engineering degree. In other words, he was the ‘man with prospects’ my mother was forever talking about.
'Mum was always on my case, telling me I’d be a fool to let him go and how I’d be set up for life if we married.
'My previous boyfriend, who I’d been crazy about, had hurt me badly by cheating on me with my best friend.
'Tony never let me down and, after months of nagging, I began to think that my parents were right and I should take him off the market.
'So, after just four months of dating, we were engaged. Nine months later we married in front of 100 people.
More...What's in a ring? Palace confirms that Prince William will not be wearing a wedding band when he marries Kate Middleton 'On the day I felt like a fraud. Tony talked excitedly about our future plans, while I felt flat and numb.
'We moved into a lovely three-bedroom house and I busied myself with the decorating, cooking and trying to be a good wife.
'But I knew I’d made a terrible mistake. I felt lonely and unhappy and would deliberately provoke rows so I could justify storming off to stay at my parents’ house.
'After 18 months, Tony came home from work and said: ‘This isn’t working, is it?’ I moved out that night and we divorced three years later.
'I don’t blame my parents, they just wanted the best for me. I was the one who thought dependability and financial security could make up for love.
'I spent the next 20 years with Mark, the father of my son, but we never married'
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