All women want their wedding day to be flawless, but when the pressure becomes too much, the brides either lose it or, let’s face it, their true selves come out. These are the accounts of four Reddit users who have seen some of the most astounding bridezilla incidents.
Grammar and clarity corrections have been made to the comments.
Story 1: 14 months after the wedding, my friend got divorced. u/sojadedblond:
For her wedding, a friend borrowed $7,500. Alright, that wasn’t too horrible. It sounded sensible and was feasible. She then requested a $25,000 loan from her fiancé.
(She threatened to leave him if he didn’t, so she coerced him.) He received the loan because his credit was substantially better. Then, without their parents knowing she had persuaded their son to take out a loan, my friend pleaded with them to cover the cost of their honeymoon.
She kept lying to them until a few weeks before the wedding, leading them to believe that her parents were funding a small outdoor wedding in a nearby garden. She often threatened to abandon her fiancé if he didn’t comply with her demands.
In any case, she didn’t think his parents’ pleased payment for a lovely Alaskan vacation for their honeymoon was enough.
Then, lying to her parents, she claimed that they were only receiving $250 for the honeymoon from his parents. After paying for the wedding and reception, her parents were taken aback because they had assumed that the groom’s family would cover at least a portion of the honeymoon.
She was working 20 hours a week as a receptionist at a nail salon, so they urged her to obtain a better job or at least go full-time at her current one. She flatly refused, claiming she had too much work to do on the wedding/honeymoon, etc. She was a complete nightmare.
She had received my number from a common friend and called to ask if I would sing at her wedding. We hadn’t spoken since high school and were more of acquaintances than close friends.
She filled me in on everything that transpired during that phone conversation. Instead of taking the nine days off that he had already taken, she continued, she wanted her fiancé to take two and a half weeks.
I informed her that she was being a bit irrational and very demanding with others when she asked me what she should do regarding the honeymoon.
I spoke in a polite and gentle manner. “Wow, you’re acting like the worst person ever right now, and your fiancé is really dumb to marry you for life,” wasn’t my reaction.
It looks like you’re pressuring everyone around you to do things your way and only your way,” I remarked. Additionally, this is Evan’s wedding. Perhaps find out what he wants. It can be lot more enjoyable to plan this jointly rather than by yourself. Since you two will be together for the rest of your lives, it just makes things much more difficult than they need to be to put so much strain on everyone, including yourself.
After being silent for a short while, she finally remarked, “Well, I deserve this wedding, and Evan will give me what I desire.” You shouldn’t sing at the wedding, in my opinion. Telling me I don’t deserve a lovely wedding is really cruel of you!
She said, “You’re just like everyone else,” when I attempted to explain that I believed she could have a beautiful wedding with less worry and anxiety. You’re not interested in my happiness! Evan battled to get the loan, and my dad keeps encouraging me to get a better career. Your statement makes me want to quit up!
Then she hung up and started crying hysterically. It was strange. In high school, she was like that: incredibly dramatic, cruel, and self-centered. But I don’t recall her being so insane and hallucinogenic. Fourteen months after the wedding, they got divorced.
Second Story: The Last-Minute Flower u/Haceldama Fiasco:
At one point, a bridezilla came to visit my floristry. At nine in the morning, the bride and her mother arrived.
They planned to order a boutonniere for the groom, six smaller ones for the guys, a mother-of-the-bride Cattleya orchid corsage, and a wedding bouquet.
They only gave us three hours to complete their order, and the wedding was set for midday. By the time they finished their cosmetics session at the beauty salon a few doors down, they wanted everything ready.
The bride was pointing out the flowers and design she desired while looking through the FTD sample book. She would need to give our suppliers at least a week’s notice in order to order garden roses with long, flowing steps of variegated ivy and stephanotis.
When we informed the bride that we didn’t usually carry incredibly costly and perishable flowers, she was taken aback. My manager informed them that they would only be able to choose from our inventory and basic styles that could be put together fast because they hadn’t placed an order in advance.
The bride and her mother insisted that we should stock those particular flowers while pointing to the book. After a while, my supervisor threw the book behind the counter and removed it from the desk.
The bride wavered between sobbing and complaining that we would spoil her special day. She spoilt her day by not purchasing flowers before her wedding day, according to my boss, who didn’t like weddings in general.
The mother attempted to criticize my supervisor for his poor customer service abilities. She could go to another florist down the street and ask their flower department to place their order using whatever they had on hand, my boss advised her.
The mother assured the bride that she would have her flowers done by the end of her appointment and promised to do exactly that. The two women rushed out.
My supervisor instructed me and the other female to begin with six basic dendrobium orchid bouts, but I assumed that was all. In the meantime, she put together a bridal bouquet with white roses that were almost beyond their best and wrapped them in ribbon.
The bride’s mother returned twenty minutes later and sulkily inquired as to if we could still put together what they need. Yes, we did. We also assessed a hefty rush cost to her.
Story 3: Karma Meets the Bridezilla u/[deleted]:
One day, I received a call from a friend asking me to be her maid of honor. I was ecstatic at first. Then, however, things took an odd turn.
She began strangely by requesting that I get my hair dyed blonde before requesting $1000 for her bachelorette. She insisted that I lose ten pounds, which startled me even more. Her demand caught me off guard.
I considered giving her a lesson, fuming. But karma stepped in before I could take any action.
She called me in a panic a week after our contentious talk, the day before her wedding. “DID YOU DO WHAT? “My bank called me just now!” she said.
Her bank had frozen her account because of suspicious conduct, it turned out. She had made so many costly purchases in her pre-wedding craze that the bank suspected fraud.
After one of my ex-boyfriends had his account frozen, she needed to know what I had done to support him. Back then, I was a banker. I hung up and refused to assist her.
Story 4: The Wedding of My Best Friend u/ajlawford:
My bridezilla remained silent. Since there were just two months between the engagement and the wedding, she, who had been my best friend for fifteen years, didn’t ask for much during the planning process.
There were no in-person meetings, gift exchanges, dress buying, or bachelorette parties. She didn’t want my opinion, even though we were two hours away.
She wanted me to attend her wedding, buy a dress, and look lovely. “All right, whatever you want,” I thought. I’m thrilled that you are getting married because you are my best friend.
On the day of the wedding, she refused to even let me assist with her hair and makeup. She simply asked me to concentrate on my hair and cosmetics instead. My short hair made her doubt my ability to do it effectively enough. All OK, all right. Whatever the case, it’s your day.
Up until the bride’s sister called me, everything was going smoothly. The bride’s sister attacked every action I took at the wedding during the two-hour call, stating that I should never have agreed to be a bridesmaid if I didn’t want to take part.
She also looked through my Facebook profile to see what I had purchased with my money (for instance, I mentioned that I wanted to join a bowling league for pleasure). I ought to have used that money for the wedding, she said.
Her family didn’t even celebrate Christmas that year because of the wedding, which took place two days after Christmas.
Even though I took the three-hour train ride the day after Christmas to spend the night before her wedding with her, I was chastised for not spending more time with her.
I drove home with my boyfriend since I had to go to work, even though I should have stayed the night of the wedding to hang out with the other two bridesmaids.
The bride first promised to cover my makeup on the wedding day, but two weeks before to the ceremony, she decided against it.
She asked me to purchase a high-end makeup brand and drive for two hours. I granted her wish and bought the makeup even though I knew I was broke after Christmas shopping. She still believed, nonetheless, that I was rude about this.
Although the bride stated that “being a bridesmaid was gift enough,” I was also chastised for not giving a gift.
Following these incidents, the bride blocked me on Facebook and stopped communicating with me. I ended my relationship with my best friend and her sister after months of mistreatment.
Five years have passed since the wedding day, the last time I saw either of them. The wedding pictures were never even shown to me. Seeing enduring friendships disappear for no reason is really depressing.
Rather than expecting me to guess her expectations and then criticize me for not reaching them, she ought to have told me what she expected. Additionally, she ought to have spoken with me personally rather than through her sister.