From monsters-in-law to demanding distant relatives, these people share the worst wedding guests they have ever had.
“She Fought To Invite 50 People To A Wedding Of 20 Guests”
32) But I saw him clear as day when my mother-in-law pulled him into every single family photo. Even a photo that was supposed to be just of just my husband, me and his grandfather.
I only caught his name when I heard my mother-in-law say ‘ALEX! ANOTHER FAMILY PHOTO!’ twenty times.
Thanks, Joan. Thanks, Alex.”
People Are So Rude
33) “My sister-in-law asked me if we could change our wedding date because her husband (my brother-in-law) had his 10-year high school reunion that day. This was about a month before the wedding, when obviously everything was planned and scheduled and invitations had gone out.”
34) “My aunt tried to tell me I couldn’t invite her ex-husband, who was my uncle for 25 years. She went so far as to say that if I invited him, she wouldn’t come. I called her bluff and told her that I’m sorry she feels that and I hope she would still be able to cancel her hotel reservation.”–
35) “We had made the guest list and arranged for the properly sized venue, so we were allowing most people to RSVP for themselves and one extra. One of my cousins, whom I hadn’t seen in several years, wrote back asking if she could bring her husband, a friend, and their four kids. I was taken aback. Are you serious? Seven people? I talked with my fiancée and we decided, sure. We’d squeeze them in, mostly because I hadn’t seen this cousin in so long, it would be really nice to see her again. Day of the wedding, they no-showed. One table, COMPLETELY empty. And she never bothered to give a reason as to why they didn’t show. I refuse to talk to her now. So rude. Still blows me away after all these years.”–
36) “My groom’s sister and her husband wanted to announce their pregnancy at our reception. They waited to ask us the morning of the wedding. We told them no, they could make phone calls the next day.”–
37) “My cousin’s wife asked me to not pick a wedding date between the months of March and July because she was trying to get pregnant…and then proceeded to say that if we did schedule between those months, she’d have to bring the baby to the wedding (strictly no children), because ‘what kind of monster would separate a child from their mother.'”–
38) “One of my wife’s parent’s cousin’s daughters asked for a gluten-free, kosher, vegan, GMO-free meal. My wife pretty much told her to eat a GMO-free carrot.”–
“When Can My Band Play?”
39) “My dad insisted that his band get to play at our wedding. My wife and I were dead set against it. My dad would not stop asking over and over again to let his band play at the reception. We kept saying no, so he decided to get creative. He calls me up one day and says he is paying for our honeymoon and that he has booked us a cruise to Mexico. He then asks again if his freaking band can play at the wedding. I talk it over with my wife and we compromised that they can play at the reception hall for a couple hours between the actual wedding and the reception.
The wedding was at 3 pm.and reception was to start at 5 pm. We figured his band could entertain people while they waited for us to show up (we provided drinks and snacks for people that went straight to the hall). While my wife and I are having pictures taken, I text a friend and ask how my dad’s band sounds. He says they aren’t playing. I’m confused now because we explicitly told him when they could perform.
So, now I’m of the understanding that my father’s band isn’t going to be performing. We get to the reception hall and see that my mother had rearranged everything while we were getting pictures taken. The head table we set up, the way we wanted the tables grouped, she moved everything. So, of course, my wife bursts into tears seeing how everything had been moved. We actually have a picture of me seeing that everything had been moved with a blank expressionless look on my face and then a second pic of my wife noticing and the look of shock and sadness.
So the wedding reception begins. My dad comes up to and starts trying to negotiate when his band will play. We already paid for a DJ. I told him it’s not possible anymore. He persists. Dinner is served (when can my band play?). Toast by best man (when can my band play?). First dance by the couple (when can my band play?).
It gets to the point that my best man starts fighting with my dad. They’re screaming at each other and my best man is yelling ‘Stop bringing up the freaking band.’
Here’s the best part — the band members weren’t even there yet. And when they did arrive, they all brought their whole freaking families. After a few hours at the reception, I told my dad that his band could play whatever they wanted, then my wife and I left.
Oh, and my dad didn’t perform in this band, he just wrote songs for them. It took my wife a solid five years to be able to be in the same room with my dad again.”