Didn't actually get to the altar: perhaps a good thing in retrospect. However, was engaged to a Swiss chap way back in the 60s. As his mother was away one weekend, he took me to his home town, and very chastely [as was proper in those far-off days] I slept in his bed, and he slept in his mother's. Subsequently on his next w/e at home his mother quizzed him regarding the change of sheets and then remarked "You've had her here, haven't you?" which he confirmed. "No son of mine is going to marry an Uuslaender" she is reported to have said. When the boyfriend told me this, I answered "well now, you have to make your choice, either her or me". He did. It was his mother[!] which probably means I was saved from a fate worse than death. Many years later I heard that he had married an Argentinian girl..... but only after his mother had been put in an Altersheim!!!!!!!!!!!!