Weddings are meant to be about love and joy, but sometimes, unexpected challenges arise. These stories from Reddit show that not everyone should be on your guest list. And the seventh story reveals that your life could change in an instant!
Planning a wedding is already stressful and expensive enough without someone ruining everything. Here are some experiences people shared about their ceremonies and receptions that made them wish they hadn’t hosted a party at all. Comments have been edited for clarity and grammar.
My Selfish Family Did Whatever They Wanted
u/Swimming_Juice_9752: Not everyone should be considered your close family. I married my partner in a modest ceremony and reception in our backyard. Being middle-aged and each on our second marriage, we opted for a simple celebration.
Despite the distance, almost every guest traveled, some from the Midwest and others from within our state. We live in a remote part of the country, where a 120-mile journey can take over five hours. Still, we were thrilled that my parents and one of my six siblings made it. My parents had a visit planned, so we timed the wedding to fit perfectly. My sister decided to join a couple of weeks before the event.
I arranged hair and makeup appointments with my regular stylist for my mom, sister, and me. The first appointment was at 10 a.m., and I was the last to go there, so I stayed home to prepare our house until noon. After arriving at the salon, I found out that my mom and sister had left. I had hoped we’d spend the day together, especially since we live nearly 2,000 miles apart.
I returned home around 3 p.m., with much left to do and the photographer arriving at 4:30 p.m., so I was panicking. I texted my family for help. The plan was for them to assist with final party preparations after our appointments. However, they went to a fancy lunch an hour away and were just getting ready at their rental at 3:30 p.m. I managed the last-minute tasks alone as guests began to arrive, but by then, I was sweating off my makeup.
My parents and sister arrived at 4:15 p.m., leaving me barely any time to write my vows and get dressed. But the worst part was seeing my mom in a knee-length cream lace dress with brown tall boots, identical to my wedding gown. She had seen my dress already, and all she could say about it was, “It’s cream, not white.” I was on the verge of tears by then and wanted to change. But my dad eventually took her back to their rental to change.
They came back an hour later, but they were both clearly unhappy with me. They didn’t speak to me for the rest of the night, other than to say goodbye. My sister helped clean up, but I was deeply hurt because she didn’t intervene earlier. The next day, my parents hosted a brunch, where my mom barely spoke to me, and my dad seemed annoyed. I had trouble sleeping due to anxious dreams for an entire month after my wedding. Luckily, my husband was there, and I focused on building my life with him.
I Threw My Mother-in-Law Out
u/DesignerHumor1450: I waited way too long before doing something about this woman. I, 24, recently married my wife. But I’ve had a tense relationship with her mother (MIL) since we started dating. Despite knowing her disdain for me, I never anticipated how far she would go to show it.
My MIL lived in our house for a while because she couldn’t find a place to stay and was adamant about not being put in a home. Throughout her stay, she was ungrateful. She refused to contribute to the bills and never thanked us for the food we provided. It was a growing issue, but I didn’t think about it much until the wedding.
I proposed to my wife on the High Roller Ferris Wheel in Las Vegas, and it was a magical moment. So, I wanted our wedding to be just as perfect. We meticulously planned it for ten months, and everything should’ve gone without a hitch. Until my MIL chose to wear an extravagant white dress, complete with a puffy skirt and a little accessory in her hair. It looked like she was my bride. We could’ve made a scene, but my actual bride and I let it go.
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