Weddings are supposed to be a celebration of love and unity, but sometimes, they are the complete opposite. From bridezillas to narcissistic in-laws and bridesmaids, weddings can really bring out the worst in people! Some folks are so bitter and unhappy with their own lives, they go as far to sabotage the weddings of their "loved ones" just out of spite.
These people took to the Internet to share the drama that went down when some tried to sabotage a wedding they attended. Some of these stories even take place at the storyteller's own wedding – how heartbreaking!
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"Last summer, I was at a cousin's wedding. His bride and her family had been close with ours since before I was born, and the couple had known each other since they were toddlers, so it was a particularly exciting event for both sides of the family.
However, after the ceremony was over and the party had only just started, one of the bridesmaids decided to announce her own engagement. The attention was immediately taken away from the newlyweds and brought to the bridesmaid (who I'll call Sarah) and her equally-smug fiancé. My cousin's wife (I'll call her Emma) didn't make a scene or utter a single negative word about Sarah. She looked like she was on the verge of tears, but she kept grinning and acted very happy for the other couple. This was unusual, as Emma is typically quite confrontational and speaks her mind no matter the consequences.
Sarah later picked Emma to be the maid of honor at her own wedding, which took place last weekend (I wasn't there for it, but my cousin sent me some of the best bits on Snapchat and explained the whole situation).
This is where the fun begins.
Emma's two much-younger sisters were the flower girls at Sarah's wedding. At the very last moment, Emma switched out the white petals in their baskets to blue ones she had secretly brought with her. She told her sisters not to say anything about it or let the bride see them until it was time to scatter them down the aisle.
Sarah looked very confused upon seeing the blue petals (which didn't coordinate whatsoever with her theme), but of course she didn't say anything about it at the moment. Most of Sarah's other bridesmaids were also Emma's friends, had attended Emma's wedding, and were in on Emma's scheme. At the reception, Emma's sisters and the other bridesmaids were tight-lipped when Sarah began demanding to know why there were blue petals. The wedding planner ended up getting a lot of abuse for not checking the flower girls' baskets before they walked down the aisle.
Finally, it was time for the speeches. The speeches took place in front of a massive screen, displaying a loop of photos with Sarah and her husband, which had been compiled by Emma.
Emma took the remote that controlled the presentation screen and at first she showed some pre-approved humorous photos of Sarah with Emma and other friends to facilitate a couple lighthearted jokes.
Then, at the very end, Emma said to Sarah that she must be wondering why there were blue petals instead of the white ones originally planned.
That was when Emma displayed the last slide from her presentation.
Emma announced in front of everyone that she was five months pregnant, and that she'd just discovered the baby was a boy, hence the blue petals. The last slide? Her ultrasound picture.
There were shocked yells and gasps. Sarah had a fit, but those involved in the scheme cheered so loudly that I sincerely regret watching the Snapchat recordings with headphones. Apparently, Sarah had been very nasty to her bridesmaids before, driving several of them away and forcing the others to pay ridiculous amounts of money for dresses.
Emma and my cousin were eventually thrown out of the party, but they were all smiles. Sarah's fuming mother went to confront her outside, and Emma retorted with, 'Gentle, gentle! I'm pregnant!'
I reckon Sarah doesn't speak to the majority of those bridesmaids anymore."
"Our wedding was great, but small. We didn't spend a lot of money on it, so we'd have money left for our dream honeymoon. We planned two weeks of bliss in France. We live in the Netherlands, so we'd decided to drive to Paris (six-hour drive). We took the very, very scenic route, spending a few nights in B&B's across the country. We went to food tastings and little restaurants, and ended up with a week in Paris before we drove back. It was wonderfully, awfully cliché, and lovey-dovey. We saw Rodin's Kiss, the Eiffel tower, had a romantic dinner on a boat, went biking at dusk... We were the perfect tourist couple and loved every minute of it.
The first day in Paris (third day of the honeymoon), we were having dinner in a ridiculously expensive and fantastic restaurant when my husband got a phone call. Surprise! It was my mother-in-law. She wanted to come surprise us (despite not knowing exactly where we were), because we'd 'made it obvious we secretly wanted her there by not letting her babysit our daughter.' Yeah, try following that logic for a second.
However, her little plan didn't work out. She drove four hours straight and got a flat tire...in the middle of nowhere, in a country where she doesn't speak the language. She can't change a tire because she never bothered to learn how. So what did she do? Did she call roadside assistance? Call a local garage? Accept help from the people who stopped to offer? Of course not. She called my husband and expected him to come get her.
My husband was so flabbergasted his filter malfunctioned. He told my mother-in-law she's an idiot. Of course, we don't want her around in the freaking city of love! We didn't let her babysit our daughter because we wanted her to enjoy those two weeks with a friend her own age and not be bored to death. She paid for roadside assistance, so she should call them so she could go home again. Then, my husband hung up, switched off his phone, and ordered a bottle of rosé. The next day, we noticed six sad and angry voicemails, the last one saying she'd made it home.
Despite my mother-in-law's pathetic little sabotage attempt, we had an awesome honeymoon, and we were on cloud nine for months after. She's such a mess."
"My wife's parents were against us getting married.
My wife's brother is a pastor and she wanted him to perform the wedding. Her parents talked him into refusing. Then, my father-in-law said he wouldn't walk my wife down the aisle.
When we were continuing to plan the wedding anyways, my mother-in-law 'surprised' us by showing up at our door. Luckily, she lived in Washington and we lived in Southern California, and my wife's brother (not the pastor) was able to warn us that she was on her way. We then found out that she had an appointment setup with our pastor and my parents to try to get the rest of them on their side to get us to call off the wedding. It didn't work. My mother-in-law was shocked when she was told by my pastor 'They're adults, and can make this decision for themselves. I've known your future son-in-law for years. He's a good man.'
That was the final straw. We canceled the wedding and went to the court house to get married by a judge, followed up by some breakfast burritos on the way home.
When we got back, my mother-in-law was trying to get my wife to get an annulment, including giving her information on how and where to get an abortion, in case that was a factor. My wife's brother was upset, saying that we were basically saying 'eff you' to the whole family, to which we replied 'well, yeah.'
Then, her parents planned a joke of a 'wedding' where we got no say in whom, where, or what was involved. They had the wedding in Washington, so it was cold, wet, and gray. That also caused the only people from my family to be there to be my parents. My 'best man' was my wife's brother, who I didn't like at the time, as my best friend was too poor to make the trip to Washington.
They basically didn't think we were really married until after that glorified party. It really would have been nice if they used all the money they used to throw a circus to help us with a down payment for a house or something instead.
It has caused issues between me and her parents ever since. Meanwhile, we've been happily married for almost nine years."
"My father had always been abusive and controlling. My father had sabotaged my attempts at getting a job, going to college, and finally said he wasn’t letting me leave because he 'didn’t want to lose the maid.' I should have guessed he would sabotage my wedding, but I didn’t.
I was still seventeen, and my husband was a little older, but the only money we had was what he and I had saved. There would be no help from my parents. I happened upon a wedding dress I loved when I was in a thrift shop I happened to walk past. $40 and it was mine. I arranged a cake by a young woman I had known at church in exchange for childcare. We paid a discounted rate to another person at church who did flowers. We made our own invitations in a variety of designs and printed them at Kinkos. I bought fabric and patterns and sent them to my bridesmaids and flower girl. I made decorations for the ceremony and reception, and asked my bridesmaids to help too, sending supplies to them for them to do. The only bridesmaid I had who lived locally was even younger than I was, so I didn’t get much help from her. She tried, but had no experience or know how. We arranged to rent tuxes. We scheduled a horse and carriage to drive us away from the ceremony and to the reception. We reserved an amphitheater in a state park for the ceremony free, but somehow it was recorded with a deposit. The reception was to be at a restaurant banquet room down the road. We hired a Justice of the Peace, a photographer, and a DJ.
Because we were doing it all ourselves, we kept a binder with all our plans and transactions. Sometimes I had it, and sometimes it was at my husband’s house. About a month before our wedding, we lost track of it. He thought I had it and I had thought he did. I must have left it unattended, because we discovered later my father had gotten it. A week before our wedding, some family friends stopped by and they were dumbstruck when I mentioned my wedding, which they had been invited to, and hurt because they had not received an invite. That’s when I found out that the invites I had assembled, my husband had hand addressed the envelopes in calligraphy before I filled them, put the stamps on and sent out a month earlier, had been steamed open and the emptied. I had unknowingly mailed a hundred empty envelopes. My father laughed in my face, gloating about how he had tricked me.
Because I was underage, I needed a parental signature to get a marriage license. My mom had agreed that she would sign, but when the time came, she didn’t show up. It turned out that my father had threatened to burn the thousands of dollars worth of musical instruments she had (many borrowed from the schools she taught music at), if she signed for me. He burned my birth certificate that she was going to bring with her. That evening, when I came in, he snatched my purse and burned my ID. I called my husband and left for good that night. My father went to his house, demanding I go home, but we didn’t answer. His housemate did, and said he hadn’t seen us, because he had been asleep and hadn’t. He did imply to them that we had gone to Mexico to get married there. We hadn’t, but only because we realized that without my ID we couldn’t cross the border.
We found out that my father had called every place we had made reservations and told them the engagement had been broken and I was too upset to cancel everything myself. The amphitheater was the only thing that he had been unable to cancel, because it was noted we had left a deposit, but not how much. They couldn’t cancel it and return the deposit, and they had called my husband to ask the amount of the deposit, which is how we found out what my father had been doing. He had collected all our deposits and most of the contractors had made other plans. We had to start from scratch. All of my bridesmaids had been told the wedding wasn’t happening, so they had canceled their travel plans. The ones I had sent money to cover their travel, sent the money to me at his house and he had kept that money too. My local bridesmaid’s parents forbade her to go. The decorations they were supposed to make and bring wouldn’t be there either. A friend of my husband’s was a seamstress and had altered my dress as a wedding gift, so it was safe. We had a place for the ceremony, but not the reception, no flowers, no tuxes, no food, no cake, no decorations, no bridesmaids and no officiant. We talked one of our friends into getting ordained online. I made bouquets and boutonnieres from silk flowers. The flower girl’s dress was done, and I roped her mother, my husband’s soon to be ex-sister in law, into being a bridesmaid and we had to search for a dress and shoes for her.
We found all this out on Monday and our wedding was that Friday, so we spent the week scrambling to reschedule and replace what we could.
My parents showed up for the wedding, with my father telling anyone he could how this was all a sham, how he was already working on getting our Mexican marriage license annulled and how he was going to have my husband arrested. The friend who was officiating was almost a foot taller and though not much heavier, solid muscle to my father’s flab and after a short conversation with him, my father settled in to glare quietly. My teenage brother used a boombox with music I had mixed for the ceremony. My teenage brother-in-law took pictures. The other half dozen people who showed up for the wedding were outnumbered by the deer in the woods around us. However, when we turned around at the end there was a few dozen of tourists at the back of the amphitheater taking pictures.
The night before the wedding, I had left a note on the table that I needed some sleep, but we would still need a cake, food and drinks for the reception. My bridesmaid got a tiny single eight inches round with flowers, and my husband got a half sheet cake with a dragon, which was more our style. I don’t know who grabbed the sodas, sparkling cider, deli trays, and chips. We decided that morning to take over a picnic area at a park if we could and luckily it was still available. We played a mix tape for music. The cider got shaken and sprayed all over us by the bridesmaid and she led the charge in pelting us with birdseed, which stuck to the cider like glue. Our friends had chipped in to get us a night at a bed and breakfast when they realized we had spent the little we had intended for a honeymoon on replacing what we could for the wedding. We didn’t realize how bad the seeds/cider combo was until we got to our room, so we called his brother to bring us clean clothes. Sister-in-law came instead and strongly implied that she was willing to stay and 'help us celebrate.'
The night out was the only gift we received. Several people said they had sent gifts, but my father must have intercepted them.
We got married again months later once I had new ID and birth certificate. But we consider the summer wedding our anniversary, the winter one was just signing the papers.
Needless to say, we had little to do with my father after that."
"The 'best' man, whose family was staying with us, got trashed the night before the ceremony and proceeded to cuss out his wife, shove her around their room, yell at his 4-year-old daughter to freaking grow up already, called me a hag, and groped my chest. My husband missed all of it because he was out looking for his hammered 'best' man, all the while he was back at our place doing all of this.
When hubs finally returned, the 'best' man went on to ask my husband why he was getting married and if he really wanted to go through with it. Ironic, since we were actually ALREADY married. It was just a ceremony we were having, since we'd both been in the military when we wed and never had the ceremony, but we and our families wanted one. My husband and I didn't get any sleep the night before and we were both still angry and exhausted the next day. After the ceremony was over, the 'best' man got plastered again.
Our wedding was also supposed to be an outside wedding, but the wind and the snow nixed that idea and everything at the last second had to be moved inside since everything kept blowing away.
Not to mention that my bridesmaids arrived late, and when they did, one of the bridesmaids went on to tell me all the nasty things another bridesmaid had been saying behind my back on the morning of my wedding ceremony.
We also wanted something outside in a private location, and later in the summer/early fall. My father (he's a postal worker) claimed that under no circumstances would he be able to get the time off, and insisted that we have the ceremony during Memorial Day weekend. Funny, since he did later have time off for his vacation during that time of year. My parents also didn't want it to be too far away for them to drive, so they offered to pay for a venue. Well, that fell through and we ended up paying for everything. Because of the time of year, the weather was unpredictable.
It was the worst money we ever spent. I wish we could re-do it."
"My husband and I got married a month before our actual wedding, just for background info.
The night before the wedding, at the rehearsal dinner, he 'broke up' with me in a text message. He told me to pack my things and get out by Monday. We were already technically married. I was running on three hours of sleep and nerves. This was after he was so trashed he could barely recite the vows during the rehearsal. He'd been ignoring me for about a week up until that point. I went to speak to his stepfather about the text I received, only to have him blame everything on my mother, whom he called crazy. To my face.
I have no idea how she was relevant or what she was to be blamed for to this day. This started a huge fight between families. I mean, adults screaming obscenities at each other in public while I stood in a corner and cried on my best friend's shoulder because I was so embarrassed and disappointed and disgusted. My husband was screaming at anyone who would listen about how terrible I was. My father, who did 20+ years in the army and is retired, later told me that he was so angry that he felt he was experiencing PTSD. He is 61 years old. I have never seen his eyes look so dead. I'll never forget violently how he shook. I felt like I had aged 10 years that night. I was so worried my dad was going to have a heart attack or a stroke.
My parents paid for everything. The wedding venue, decorations, a DJ, the food, bridesmaid stuff, groomsman stuff, my dress, hair, makeup. Everything. They shelled out over $12k for me to have my dream wedding, only to be ruined because I married a dirtbag with a personality disorder. And I don't mean that in a haha, what a prick way. This dude has some serious issues that I should have not handled by looking the other way because he was pleasant 50% of the time. If even that. And no, I'm not blaming myself.
Did I mention his 7-year-old daughter witnessed all of this? Because she did. I will also never forget her asking me when we were gonna have the wedding again. I can't imagine what she told her mother. People, if someone constantly says their exes were 'C U Next Tuesday's,' and no one treats them right, and everyone is a scumbag, they are the problem, not you. Run while you can.
Anyway, I'm still kind of bitter– mainly because it was humiliating and so much money was wasted. I had to send all the gifts back. People were embarrassed for me. People traveled to come share what was supposed to be a special day with me. After a while, all the pity started making me angry. My therapist had a field day with that. I still had the party. It just went from being a wedding to my mom's incredibly expensive graduation party. I'm glad it was an open bar too. I drank a lot of bottles of bubbly that weekend. Beautiful, beautiful venue. It looked like a mansion.
I never want to see it again."
"My family is somewhat poor and also pretty crazy. They're from the Baltimore ghetto, but have lived isolated in the Appalachian mountains for years and really don't understand a lot of social norms. They're religious fundamentalists and basically think everyone besides themselves will be doomed in the afterlife. My wife's family is somewhat wealthy, I'd say upper-middle class - and also an extremely normal American family. When we were planning our wedding, her parents paid for absolutely everything and were very generous with it. They got great food and party favors for guests and honestly gave my wife way more than she even wanted as far as the overall wedding.
Meanwhile, my parents were blatantly jealous the whole time, both because I love and get along with my in-laws and because we were getting showered with gifts and attention. At every step, my parents had to have a say, even though they weren't paying for anything. They were choosing beggars the entire six months leading up to the wedding. They wanted to choose the groom-mother dance song, they complained that the candy and mugs given to guests as party favors weren't nice enough, they wanted their names in the biggest prominence on the wedding invitations, they wanted full cakes instead of cupcakes, country-fried steak instead of chicken kebabs, etc. They constantly accused my mother-in-law of being stuck-up for the choices she made. It got really tense when they demanded that we buy the groomsmen's suits from Walmart or a department store since my brother didn't want to pay the $150 for a Joseph A Bank suit.
Anyway, the day before the wedding, my in-laws had a lot of family arriving from out of town. In-laws had planned to take all of their extended family to dinner at an Italian restaurant, their treat, after the morning wedding rehearsal. My parents were invited weeks in advance, but initially refused because they live out-of-state (two hours away) and wanted to go home and 'feed their dogs' after the rehearsal. Then, they demanded that the in-laws reschedule the family dinner or have it between the two towns, but my in-laws wanted to keep it simple for traveling family and politely explained that they were not changing their reservations.
Now, the groom's parents typically pay for a rehearsal meal. I wasn't expecting much, and myself and father-in-law even offered to help out with the rehearsal brunch. My parents refused because it was the one thing they had full control of. They got some Cracker Barrel catered for brunch, which I was honestly grateful for because I didn't expect anything. They got furious when my mother-in-law wanted to invite some family arriving that morning to the brunch, so after some unnecessary arguing the brunch was limited to wedding party only.
After the brunch, my parents packed up hurriedly and left town for home, which we expected. I even made a comment about the family dinner again to be nice, and they basically ignored it. My grandparents, however, accepted the invite.
At this point, everything was already tense, so my parents didn't seem any more miffed than usual to me. When my wife and I headed out to dinner later that evening, however, I get a call from my mom. I put it on speaker while driving. She completely chewed me out over the fact that my grandparents were invited even though we knew they couldn't come. She called my mother-in-law 'demonic' and my wife a pretentious brat, not knowing my wife could hear everything. My wife eventually chimed in to defend herself, and my mom completely flipped her lid. Then my dad got on the phone and screamed at both of us, and honestly I don't remember most of it but he threatened to beat the daylight out of me for 'talking to my mother that way.' By that point, my wife was bawling and we had arrived to the restaurant. My mother-in-law saw us in the car and wanted to intervene, so I handed her the phone. She talked to my parents for a few minutes, and I could hear them yelling at her in the parking lot. She was really calm, and she came back after they hung up to console my wife. After coming into the restaurant like twenty minutes late because my wife wanted to redo her runny makeup, we just had to make the best of the dinner.
The next day, the wedding day, I wasn't if sure my family was coming (it wouldn't have made much of a difference, because they didn't have any other guests coming to the wedding, they literally have no friends). Eventually, my brother, a groomsman, and my sister, a bridesmaid, showed up late. Then, my parents showed up. My mom wore a dress the same color as the bridesmaids, which my in-laws had specifically requested no one do. My sister had her hair up, after my wife asked her bridesmaids all to have their hair down. My dad had his hand all bandaged up, supposedly from a work-related injury, but God knows. He also moped around and looked extremely mad the whole day.
Instead of a guest sign-in book, we had a cool thing where everyone signed little wooden hearts and dropped them into a glass picture frame, basically a wall decoration we could take home. Everyone signed with messages and nicknames. My in-laws signed 'mom and dad.' My parents signed their full legal names and nothing else.
During the ceremony, my mom made a scene the entire time by crying loudly. You can freaking hear it on the wedding video. After the ceremony, the wedding party took pictures while everyone else went to the reception dinner for appetizers. My family complained about that and refused to take any more than like one picture apiece and then basically ditched the photography session to go get food. The photographer didn't know what the heck was going on and kept taking pictures.
When we arrived at the reception, we did the first dance thing and my mom cried during the whole mother-son dance, in front of the whole crowd. She also complained again about the song choice, after I had changed it to a song without lyrics because she criticized every choice I made. Afterward, when everyone sat down to eat, my wife and I basically stayed at our table and enjoyed the company of some friends and family that came to us to congratulate us. My dad continually banged his spoon against his glass, which for those of you who don't know is a tradition where the bride and groom have to kiss every time the crowd does that. It got really old and even the crowd thought it was awkward. Toward the end of the meal, my dad motioned me to come over to their table. I didn't want to, but I knew it would cause a scene if I didn't. Of course, he still caused a scene by audibly chewing me out - in front of the whole room, again - for not going around and visiting all the guests at their tables. Guests noticed the argument, but just kind of tried not to look.
My wife and I tried to have a good time dancing with our friends after dinner, but the whole situation with my parents was just so thick over the whole room. They sat their and glared from their table while we danced. We basically left as soon as it was polite and tried to salvage our wedding night, but my wife was crying in the car so I couldn't even really enjoy that either. The whole day, which took months of planning on the part of my in-laws and thousands of dollars, was essentially ruined because my parents had made it all about themselves and petty jealousy."
"My cousin went full bridezilla. Witnessing her go full crazy was priceless. Thinking back to the times I’ve spent with her before this day, I can recall that she was a bit entitled. She expected a lot from her mother and grandmother that a normal person wouldn’t, like being allowed to live in with her grandma in a senior-only condo with her boyfriend rent-free; he’s as much of a free-loader as she is.
Anyway, my cousin sabotaged her own wedding. It was hilarious. My mom was somewhat involved in the wedding planning and she’d complain to us about how much of a bridezilla she was being. She did the usual berating and shouting abuses at her bridesmaids, the groom, the groomsmen, the planner, the servers, etc. She thought that her bridesmaids were trying to look better than her when she picked out the dang dresses. She complained about being the shortest person among the bridesmaids and groomsmen and demanded that the bridesmaids where flats (which was probably for the best, wouldn’t want to stand in heels all day). She complained about her dress the whole way to the wedding day. Every day she’d have a meltdown about something. Everything was a world-ending problem: the flowers weren’t right, the food was dry, the table cloths were off-white and not egg-white etc.
I didn’t witness her insanity until three days before the wedding. For some reason, she wanted me to join her in her bachelorette party. She made it sound like we were best friends and grew up together. Firstly, she’s 8 years older than me, lives across the country, and prior to this day, I had not seen nor spoken to her in two years. We weren’t even friends on Facebook. Additionally, I was 18. I couldn’t drink or go to nightclubs, plus I didn’t want to. So, I said no. She threw a tantrum and I just left the room. Apparently, she got totally hammered at the club and puked on the bartender (poor guy). She also nearly got arrested that night for punching a waiter.
During that time, she kicked out the tallest bridesmaid and asked me if I could be her replacement because, and I quote, 'you’re shorter than me so I’ll look better in the photos.' I said no and she threw another tantrum and threatened to uninvite me. I said go ahead because I didn’t want to be there anyway. I told my mom about it and she agreed that it was best I stay away from her. I don’t know what she said to her mom and grandma but for the rest of the wedding they looked at me like I murdered a puppy.
The day of the wedding was the real kicker. The ceremony was outside in a botanical garden and the reception was inside. It was April, so it was pretty overcast with a chance of rain. That was the first trigger for bridezilla. She yelled abuses at the planner for 'not knowing the weather,' even though she was insistent on having the wedding that day. She started crying and had to have her makeup re-done, crying about how her wedding was ruined because it wasn’t a bright sunshiny day. She then had a meltdown about her dress, apparently it wasn’t fitting right. One of the bridesmaids later told me that she had noticeably gained weight in the last month, so likely the dress was now too small.
The ceremony went fine, there was no rain just clouds. The only bridezilla-y thing she did during the ceremony was roll her eyes at the groom’s lines, like she wasn’t impressed or something. Later on, one of the bridesmaids left the reception early, because her daughter was the flower girl and the bride was complaining about how awful she was at throwing flowers and how slow she is (she was four).
Even though the ceremony was fine without rain, bridezilla still complained about the weather, even though it didn’t matter at that point because the reception was indoors, which was when it started to rain. She yelled at the planner like it was her fault.
She then publicly screeched about how the tablecloths weren’t the ones she wanted, how the lilies weren’t sitting properly on the tables, how the bar selection was bad, how the food was terrible, and how the music was awful. All of which she picked out. But she wouldn’t hear it. Additionally, she voiced these complaints to everyone, and got visibly annoyed whenever she saw someone even remotely trying to enjoy themselves. After the speeches, she took the mic and complained that the story the best man told was stupid and how sorry she is that the wedding was 'ruined' because her planner was a fraud out to get her. When her maid of honor tried to console her, she dumped Cabernet onto her dress and stomped off.
The groom was pretty oblivious to it the whole time. He was just chatting and having fun with his groomsmen. I tried to avoid her, and I managed to leave the 'party' and just hung out with some of the servers in the other room. Apparently, during the gift-opening she complained about how many of the gifts were either tacky or weren’t on her registry.
Since that day, she’s lost all of her bridesmaid friends and many of her relatives were pretty appalled at her behavior. The two are still together seven years later. She’s had five sentient parasites and somehow the husband supports all of them, because she refuses to work because she’s 'a wife and mother and it’s the man’s job to provide.' He somehow got a large amount of money and built them a house out in rural Maryland to 'get away from all the negativity' about two hours from my hometown.
Over the past year, she’s been insisting we come up and visit (though never the other way around) regularly which we all refuse. I just know she’ll just take our visit as an opportunity for us to do her housework while she tries to con me into babysitting her five spawns of Satan. No one likes her or her children. Her husband has become a pretty cool guy, but I feel so bad for him."
"My makeup artist ruined my wedding. Every girl dreams about being beautiful at her wedding, but this lady turned the most important day of my life into a nightmare.
First, she was condescending about my looks. She low key said that I look so ugly that no makeup could turn me beautiful when I said that I didn’t like how the makeup turned out.
I have sharp features and big eyes but her makeup somehow made my eyes look small and the eye shadow was a mess. The fake lashes started falling off mid-ceremony. The foundation was several shades darker than my skin tone and was accentuating my flaws.
The makeup looked oily in just 30 minutes. She did not have the decency to stay and fix my makeup.
When I gave her bad reviews on her Facebook page, she said that she never did my makeup nor knows me. I feel so sad about seeing my wedding pictures. I could have done a better job myself."
"I worked in the wedding industry a couple years ago as an event planner for a DJ service. It was the worst eight months of my life, but I have so many stories of mothers of brides and grooms trying to sabotage the wedding. I won't go into too much detail but highlights include:
-A bride made a last minute booking for her wedding that was the next day because her mother-in-law messed around with the original booking for a different DJ and canceled it. Unfortunately, we couldn't take her request because we were booked solid for the weekend.
-The mom of a groom originally booked a questionable Craigslist DJ that bailed on the wedding. Thankfully, the bride was able to get us to do the wedding within two weeks. The poor woman sounded so relieved when I told her we could book the wedding and was more than happy paying the premium for the short notice. She personally delivered the paperwork to the office because she was suspicious of her future mother-in-law messing around. She told me that her future mother-in-law was uninvited and her (bride's) brother was given the duty of making sure the groom's mom didn't crash the wedding. Bride's brother was a former Marine and, according to the DJ, could have been The Mountain from Game of Thrones. The DJ told me about how the groom's mom got trashed and tried to steal the DJ's microphone. She wanted to sing the lullaby she used to sing to the groom when he was a baby. At that point, the hotel security had to get involved because she started causing a scene and was screaming like a banshee. The bride's parents tipped the poor DJ extra for having to deal with her inebriated state."