This article is based on the AskReddit question “What is the biggest bridezilla moment you’ve witnessed?”
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My sister fired her wedding planner and cancelled the rehearsal dinner. The photographer ended up stepping in and being the one to tell us when it was our turn to walk down the aisle, time to cut the cake, who should toast, etc. all because my sister was toasted and the rest of us were just clueless.
He was also a top notch photographer despite all of the extra responsibility he took on in the wedding and my husband and I were considering buying some of the photos he took of our family, but he ended up taking all of my sister’s pictures off of his site because she was screen capping and sharing them with the watermark cropped out instead of buying them. So classless.
The night before my cousins wedding at the rehearsal the bride figured out the flower girl had the same shoes as her, in a much smaller size. She flipped out at 9pm and made the mother of the flower girl buy different shoes for her before the ceremony. That’s what happens when you buy your shoes from Payless. Not much of a selection in white.
My friend is getting married soon. She planned this huge wedding with 8 bridesmaids/groomsman and when she tried to arrange for the bridesmaids to get together and pick out bridesmaids dresses two of them couldn’t make it on the day she picked, she was so upset that they couldn’t come on that particular day that she sent out a nasty text to all the bridesmaids and cancelled the big wedding and now is having a destination wedding with just her fiance and their family…
I was hired to assist with makeup and dressing. I was 8 months pregnant and had to tie the mother in sari. So while I am tying it the mother tells me I am doing it wrong and wants me to do it her way. I told her that she won’t be able to walk if I tie like she is requesting. She starts to get frustrated so I tie her sari in the way she wants (this woman doesn’t know how to tie a sari, she apparently doesn’t wear them). So she comes out and starts screaming and yelling at the wedding planner that I don’t know how to tie a sari and now she can’t walk. She is in tears! So then the planner takes her away and calms her down and tied her sari. This leaves me in the room with the other girls (hair and makeup) and the bride. So the bride turns to me and starts saying “You ruined my wedding day! How dare you make my mother cry on this day. You are a horrible person and are running the most important day of my life.” I couldn’t help it but I started laughing and I couldnt stop. It was so dramatic, and it was just a sari! Nothing was ruined, and it took 10 minutes to fix.
The wedding planner walks in, and the bride started tripping out and screaming “get out! Get out! I don’t want to see your face, you ruined everything” she started to cry. I laughed even harder and said “you are in for a surprise in your life if you think a poorly tied sari Is the worst thing in the world and you are using it as an excuse to mess your own day up. I turned to the planner and told her to pay me so I could go home and put my feet up. The wedding planner called me the next week to help with another wedding… I said no.
Bride’s sister became pregnant six months before the wedding and the bride had terrible a meltdown saying her sister had done it on purpose to steal her thunder. Threatened to kick her out of the wedding, nearly tore that damn family apart.
A bride once called having a melt down because her friend got engaged as well and was planning to get married in the same year as she was… Apparently it was her special year and not just a day. She threw a huge fit that this girl was only getting married to “steal her thunder”… Yes, because no one else can have a life at the same time as you. Her friends date wasn’t even in the same month or season. Hers was in October and her friends was in June…. Brides sometimes don’t think rationally.
At my sister’s wedding, part of the the reception was held indoors, in an area which isn’t wheelchair accessible. My disabled wife and I had to miss out on that part of it. We found out about it on the day, minutes before that part of the wedding was due to start. A little while after, we realised that there actually is a way to get into the area, we just need to go through an inside room which had been set up with tables for dinner. I found my sister and asked them to ask the staff to let us through. Sister forbade us from going through the room, saying she didn’t want anyone going into it until it was dinnertime, essentially leaving my wife and I sitting alone outside while she and her friends had a chocolate fountain & open bar. I came about THIS || close to giving her a loud piece of my mind and bailing on the wedding.
Was just in a wedding a few months ago. Us bridesmaids had to wear black shoes under our floor length dresses. Right before we left the hotel to head to the church one of the bridesmaids shoes broke. Like, the sole of the shoe separated completely from her toe and dangled. We were trying to find a sewing kit to see if we could rig it but we had to go. We grabbed what we could (the bridesmaid grabbed another pair of heels that were tan) and went to the limo. We stuffed pins and shit into the shoe to try to make it stay, but one wrong move and the pin would go straight through her toe. We looked at the bride to show her so she can wear the other shoes and she wanted her to wear the black ones. Are you kidding me??? The walk down that aisle was like 50 yards. She switched shoes without telling the bride, and I was walking in front of her so I made sure to walk slow so she could take tiny steps so her shoes wouldn’t show. I know what you’re going to say. “Oh she was probably just worried about the pictures!” Yeah, we were in no pictures once the ceremony ended.
It was my aunt Twyla’s wedding renewal. She ordered makeup artists, hair dressers and even a team to setup where the party will be taking place. The hair dressers and makeup artists specifically were for her four sisters, four cousins and an extra three cousins from her husband’s side of the family. The only people who let the makeup artist and hair dresser fix them up hours before the renewal wedding was my mom, my aunt’s sister, me, my little sister, and my aunt herself. The other members wanted to do it all themselves for some reason. When we all arrived at the party, the other women who rejected the offer showed up with no makeup (pimples) and messy hair. My aunt stressed on the spot and blew up in their faces. My aunts sister, my mom, the makeup artist and even the hairdresser got mad at the ones who rejected. There was an hour left and these jerks weren’t ready! The makeup and hair dresser would’ve been doing it without them having to pay because it was all coming from my aunt’s pocket but no, they wanted to “do it themselves.” Although my aunt was a bridezilla, she had every right to be.
It was my brother’s wedding, and I was one of the bridesmaids for my sister-in-law.
We were taking all those cute, typical pre-wedding photos between the bride and her bridesmaid, and her and her parents, when we realised that only the bridesmaids transport had arrived, and that the car for her and her dad was stuck somewhere.
She called up to find out what was happening, proceeded to scream at the poor guy who was stuck somewhere in the middle of no-where.
Her skin erupted in a red sort of rash that was visible on her chest, and her arms, and she screamed that she was not going to get married if she couldn’t go in the car she paid for.
Half an hour went by. No car for her.
We suggested she just come with us? We had a volkswagen c2 wedding decorated van, and had plenty of space for her and her parents.
Her response? “No, I can’t turn up this late to my wedding. I’m not getting married!”
After a tense 10 minutes, she got in our van, and we continued with the wedding day.
Went to a friends wedding where through her bridezilla ways was not on speaking terms with her soon to be mother in law. Apparently the MIL made some change to a steak sauce or something and my friend freaked out yelling and made her brother go and get her a lunchable from the grocery store. She ate a lunchable at the main table of the reception. Marriage lasted about a year.
Worked a wedding where the groom’s father was the chief of the local police and they were all from the same little town. One side of the room was a sea of cops, the other was dread-locked, patchouli wearing, barefooted hippies. After dinner was over the entire hippy crowd went outside and stood in a huge circle and smoked mass amounts of weed while the cops looked on with utter disgust on their faces. It was epic. The bride was off her ass on pills and came to when she caught wind that someone was planning an after party without her approval, and she didn’t like that one bit. She started screaming at the top of her lungs “WHERE IS SHE??”, over and over again while she stormed around in search of her victim. When she found the girl she proceeded to freak out on her (who was a bridesmaid) in the middle of the dance floor, in front of 300+ people. The bridesmaid started to cry and the bride completely lost her mind. All we could do was stare with our mouths hung wide open in disbelief… the words that came out of that bride were some of the absolute worst known to mankind. Several people tried to step in, but the bride lashed out at everyone – it was the single most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. The girl ran off and the bride proceeded to pass out on a couch in the bathroom… classy girl.
My best friend got married two years ago to a bride who insisted that her maid of honor not get any tattoos leading up to the wedding or she would be removed from the wedding party. The reason “because she will ruin the wedding photos with her tattoos.”
The maid of honor wanted to get a quarter sleeve from her shoulder to mid bicep. She had been planning this tattoo for months when this ultimatum levied over a year before the actual wedding date (very long engagement period around 2+ years). I could understand her stance if she didn’t have several tattoos already (none visible while in her dress though). Which made her look like a huge hypocrite to everyone else. This was just one of many awkward moments at that wedding.
I’m a former clergy.
So, let me start off by saying that I was a deacon. Fully empowered to officiate weddings. But no one, in my experience, asks the deacon to do a wedding unless they are a family friend. So I was a little shocked, and somewhat suspicious, when I was approached by this couple. They wanted two things; me to officiate and use of our church. They were only two weeks away and their first venue fell through. Alternatively, they would just like to rent the church and they would have a family friend officiate.
Unless the family friend just happened to be clergy of the same denomination as us the latter wasn’t an option.
As I asked more questions I became increasingly uncomfortable with the couple. Something was off. Finally, they came out with it. The couple had broken up after the invites had been sent. But the bride was not going to be deprived of her “special day” of “being treated like a princess” for some technicality like she didn’t have a groom. Deposits were already in place anyway. So they figured they’d throw the big wedding, have the reception and then go their separate ways.
I asked the groom why he would be participating in this farce. The father of the bride, in an apparent effort to give his special princess her special day, was willing to give the groom the honeymoon tickets/hotel. So he basically got a vacation to show up and look sincere.
The reason why the first venue dropped them was that they didn’t want to stage a fake wedding. Neither did we.
“Sarah”, was horrible to her mother “Dora” during her whole wedding process. Dora took the terrible abuse like a champ. From Sarah having tantrums over the dress. To Sarah wanting her mother to dye her hair the night before the wedding. Dora paid for over half of the wedding and tried to calm tensions between Sarah and suppliers. She did all this with the patience of a saint, after all Sarah is her only daughter and the first of her kids to get married.
Then my wedding day comes, I am marrying Sarah’s brother. I wanted to get hitched but my husband wanted a wedding, so we compromised and had a small wedding with only 10 people including us.
Sarah shows up late and is being a bitch to my family, a bitch to our guests and a bitch to Dora her mother. So finally after 20 minutes of her making a spectacle of herself…. Sarah then loudly starts complaining how the professional photographer doesn’t know what she’s doing…Dora has had enough she holds Sarah’s hand softly and very loudly in front of all our guest and family says in a sweet voice “You were a bridezilla at your wedding do you also have to be like that at your brother’s wedding?” Sara’s face dropped she left shortly after the ceremony and did not sign our wedding book.
I later found out she told my husband the day before our wedding not to marry me. She got divorced shortly after my wedding due to her being unfaithful.
She was miserable with that man and now is a lot nicer and I can genuinely say that I like her now. I feel she was awful because she was not happy with her ex-husband and didn’t want my husband to be as unhappy as her. She projected her feelings thinking that we were in the same situation.
I work at a bakery and part of my job is to help pair couples with the correct designer for their cake.
One bride wanted a cake large enough to feed 500 and she wanted it to float. This multi-tiered cake was going to be filled with fresh berries and custard, covered with buttercream and fondant, and decorated with edible flowers and more fresh fruit. And she wanted us to somehow defy the laws of gravity/physics and make it float.
Apparently, she had seen a floating cake in an anime show and decided nothing else was acceptable. When I told her we can’t make floating cakes, she threw her coffee on the floor and cried that we were ruining her wedding. Her fiance ushered her out the door and I never saw either of them again.
Last weekend a bride strides into a gorgeous rented chapel 4 hours early, while 30 people are praying, in her super short makeup robe, freaks out because a table was not set up at that moment. So she picks up a chair in front of everyone and throws it at a trash can. Yep.
I am a wedding/special event planner. I own my own planning company, and I have been in the industry for about 8 years.
I have so many horror stories that I don’t know which to choose.
I had a bride that openly spoke utter and complete shit about the grooms family (in front of his face). She would say that they were “crazy, unclassy and annoying”, and come the wedding, her family was actually the hardest family I ever had to deal with, and the grooms family was absolutely lovely. On top of all this, the bride yelled at all of the vendors all day, resulting in the videographers leaving after just 1 hour of shooting, the photographer cried in the bathroom, and the groom and the brides cousins apologized to me for her behaviour all night.
I had one horrible bride who I planned an amazing wedding for. She raved about how much she loved the food all evening, but the day after the wedding, she wrote a bad review about the caterer on yelp, and told me she wouldn’t remove it unless they gave her a discount. She’s a horrible person.
I had one horrific couple that didn’t care about anyone. The groom was 30 minutes late for the ceremony, but it was no big deal, because the bride was 2 hours late. After the ceremony, we had to shorten cocktails to make up for lost time. The couple got wasted in their limo, and both ended up falling asleep. They were both so late for their own reception, that I had the venue serve dinner without them. Their parents were furious. The brides parents left early, and the couple didn’t arrive until 11 at night. Half of their guests left before they arrived, and they yelled at me for allowing dinner to start before their arrival. (This was a 400 guest wedding)
I had a really high strung groom who yelled at a one of his young guests (the kid was 12) for sitting out of his assigned seat, and told the kid and his parents to leave.
There was this couple about to get married within the next 2-3 days. It’s Florida in the summer time, so as you can imagine…. rain. They had an outdoor ceremony planned, and it was going to be raining and lightning, folks. So the catering manager lets them know it’s going to be Plan B: Instead of getting married outside, they are going to prepare one of the indoor catering rooms as their weather backup.
The bride was totally cool with it. Totally agreeable. Sweet as pie. The groom, on the other hand, was being an absolute piece of shit over it. He was throwing a tantrum.
“But I don’t want to get married inside.”
“What’s the point of having everyone come to Florida if it’s not going to be outside?”
“Listen, we booked an outdoor wedding.”
“Isn’t there anything we can do? We can’t get a cover or something? Can’t we get a tarp? Something? You’re telling me there’s NOTHING you can do?”
“So this is what I’m going to have to remember for the rest of my life?”
I mean this guy was being a total jerk and a half, over something completely out of our control.
At one point, he pulls out his phone, and then pulls up the 15 minute forecast on the day of his wedding. “See? Look – the ceremony is set for 3pm, and look, it’s going to rain before that. See? See this? The rain is supposed to stop at 2:30pm. So I don’t understand why we have to move this inside. It makes NO sense! Like bro, it makes NO sense at all whatsoever.” As if it’s going to pour until 2:30 and then the clouds will open up for his wedding.
I think there was some other nonsense about how “WE need to get a tent” for him, and that we have to pay for it, since we had guaranteed the spot outside, or something. I wasn’t there to witness that part of the conversation, but I wouldn’t put it past him.
This went on for a good 45 minutes. The catering manager was talking to the bride, meanwhile the groom was having his little tantrum, having to go to the side every few minutes to make some calls (probably to call his mommy and daddy to let them know the calamities that come before him at the present moment) only to come back with yet another reason why we should, indeed, have the wedding outside.
The catering manager was reasonable with him. “Look, this isn’t set in stone, we still have you guys all set to have your ceremony on the lawn, and we’ll have to see how the weather goes, but we’ll still have to keep a weather backup plan just in case.” Didn’t matter, the kid was still angry.
I bet the both of them have broken up, or she cheated on him, or something. And you know what? Good for her.
I still work in hospitality, but my current job deals with booking people’s vacations.
My friend is usually easy going, but she was terrible to me when she was getting married. She was marrying a man is a friend of my husband. They met because they were both in our wedding party. I found out I was pregnant with my first just before she announced her wedding date. I was told by my doctors I was unlikely to get pregnant, so it was a huge deal for me. No one knew. She asked my husband and I to be in the wedding party so we took her and her future husband to dinner and explained we would love to be in her wedding party, but warned her I would be very pregnant at the wedding. She acted excited at first. Then we went for dresses with the bridemaids. She made snide comments about me “getting rid of it,” so I wouldn’t be pregnant at her wedding. I could have another latter. I was sick as a dog and trying not to cry. Also, I am the larger side and made sure I could order my dress two sizes bigger as it was not very accommodating to a pregnant body. I could. Apparently, the consultant made fun of me for being fat. I found that out because when my friend tried to defend herself she said she had been defending me. Telling me that only hurt more. They were all going to dinner and I skipped out because I didn’t want to harassed any more.
Then her bridal shower happened. It was a state over (where we were both from). First off, her maid of honor shook me down for money for the party. We never agreed to that in advance, but I gave in because I wanted to help. I wanted to help set up, but I got there a little late. I had been really sick all morning and had to drive an hour to get there. My parents drove me and begged me to go home and rest. I spent half the party in the bathroom vomiting. I still go there early, but a lot of the work had been done. I stayed and cleaned up.
Later, we got into it. At that point, I was done. I had found out there was something wrong with the pregnancy and put on bed rest and I told her I was done being treated like that. When she tried to say I was there enough for her party I explained that I went there when I should have been resting and even at 7 months pregnant I was helping throughout the party. I told her my baby was sick and I wasn’t going to be putting myself under that kind of stress anymore. That is when she felt awful. I think she finally saw the bigger picture and we made up.
I wasn’t pregnant for her wedding. My daughter was born at 29 weeks because she was in distress. We found out she had trisomy 18 and we only had six days with her. The wedding was 8 weeks after she died. We attended, but opted out of being in the wedding party. We left during the father daughter dance because it was too painful, but at that point, people were more understanding.