The Marriage Conversation Again

Lately I’ve been wondering whether Frank and I are being stupid for not getting married. I worry that I’m making a major life decision (or not making it, rather) out of spite. I swore up and down when I was younger that I’d never get married and the thought of proving right those people who said, “Oh you’ll change your mind” galls me. Not that I still know any of them. Well, except my mom, but she would only gloat a little bit.
I just don’t know how to do a cost-benefit analysis for this thing any more (I suppose some people would say the fact that I think of it in those terms means maybe I’m constitutionally not a marriage person but that’s another issue entirely.)