Brides only want one thing: for their wedding to be the best day of their life. Unfortunately, some brides excitement for their big day turns them into a Bridezilla, and evil monster who will destroy anything and anyone that get's in the way of them having the most amazing wedding ever. Bridezillas have been tearing friendships and families apart for ages. These brave bridesmaids took to Reddit to expose the most entitled bridezillas the ever had the horror of knowing.
“A friend from college. We spent three months planning her bridal shower. She was not at all involved.
When she finally looked at the plans one week before the party, she said it ‘wasn’t what she’d had in mind.’
She then delays the wedding, which every one of her 400 guests had already made travel accommodations for, so that she can have her dream bridal shower.
She plans a $25,000 weekend in Vegas. She booked the presidential suite for herself and economy rooms for us, which she expected us to double up in. She wanted us to pay for the trip between us all evenly (25,000/7= $3,570 per person). This isn’t even including her! She said, ‘You’re my bridesmaids. You’re kind of supposed to pay for my bridal shower.’
I didn’t have that kind of money at the time and told her so. Same with five other bridesmaids (the other two were her sisters.)
So she and her sisters have the bridal party on their own.
Day of the wedding, she informs me I need to dye my hair (and pay for it myself), because my hair color is too similar to hers and it would be distracting. ‘There aren’t enough red heads so I was thinking you could be a red head.’
To top it all off, she informed us after the ceremony that to save money, we wouldn’t be served a meal along with the rest of the guests. ‘You already had the privilege of being in my wedding, so, what more can you ask for?’
I didn’t contact her again after the wedding. She reached out to me to ask how to return my gift for store credit. I never replied.”
She Put Herself Before Her Dying Father
“This was my sister’s wedding, so hold on tight. My sister had 10 bridesmaids. Most of them were her sorority sisters from college. They wanted to plan an elaborate weekend for the summer, while most of them were still in school without jobs.
When I asked, ‘Hey, who will pay for this?’ my sister got angry that I even asked. When I also reminded all the bridesmaids that our father who had stage 4 cancer, wasn’t doing so well, and that maybe the bachelorette/bridal shower should be close by, they all flipped thinking I was being insensitive to the bride.
I was promptly asked not to be a bridesmaid to my own sister’s wedding over these two things. I was fine with this as she was a bridezilla and I spent time with our dying father. He died two weeks after her wedding day, which he couldn’t attend because he was in hospice care one day before her wedding. To me, she put herself before our ailing father, and it still makes me mad.”
“I Will NEVER Be A Bridesmaid Again!”
“I overheard the bride tell a mutual friend at her wedding day that if she could do it all over again, she wouldn’t have had myself and a mutual friend in her bridal party. I was the maid of honor. I planned her bachelorette party (with the mutual friend) from another country and dropped a lot of money on it personally so she would have the party she wanted.
I gifted her a pair of Jimmy Choo’s for her wedding day along with a beautiful ring with her wedding date engraved. I had to fly to Europe for her wedding, use a hired car to get around and help with loading/transporting wedding items back and forth. I was up that morning arranging with the hotel to deliver breakfast/coffee/ tea for the bridal party. An old friend decided a week before the wedding she was going to fly in to surprise the bride, so I had to arrange that surprise and find a hotel room for this friend and speak to the groom to check with catering and arrange a seat for her without the bride knowing. I stepped in to help the make-up artist as she was running behind schedule. I walked the venue to make sure things were on track, There are more things she did throughout the night that infuriated me. I was treated like a slave and spoken to like one. I catered to her every freaking whim from 6:00 am until midnight…and then to overhear that!
Apparently, her wedding day was ruined because the calla lilies in her centerpieces wouldn’t stay suspended in the water vase like she wanted. And it was all my fault because they slowly floated to the top.
Next day, she is all hugs and kisses saying it was the best night ever and she couldn’t have done it without me. I have never wanted to falcon punch a hag so hard in the face.
I will never EVER be a bridesmaid again. Forget. That!”
Cutting Corners Came At A Price
“The short story is that she lied.
She lied to the venue about the number of guests that were attending, effectively packing us in like sardines.
She lied about having a ‘day of’ staff. That meant that all of the bridesmaids spent the day hanging flowers, running to get kegs and waters, and pouring the bubbly for guests. They also had to set up the entire venue the day before.
She lied to the hair and make up personnel about the number of people who were obtaining services in order to get them to come to the site. This forced guests to get hair and make up done in order for ‘the bride not to have to be charged extra.’
She lied to the catering about the number of guests, this caused them to run out of food and beverages.
All in all, I think her lies saved her $1,500, but it cost her close friendships as her attitude toward the whole situation was indignation instead of being apologetic.
They tried to toss together a large expensive ‘looking’ wedding that absolutely did not come together because they tried to cut corners.”
The Wedding Photographer
“My wife got roped into doing the photos for her stepsister’s wedding. Normally, my wife would charge between $4,000 and $6,000 for this, and we were flying across the country to attend this wedding mostly out of family obligation. There are photographers in our area that charge upwards of $20,000 for a wedding that’s local, let alone if you travel for it, so bride was getting an amazing deal.
Over the course of six months, bride becomes incredibly hateful on social media, constantly starting drama, was catty in her save the dates, changed venue and locations several times. We knew it was going to be chaos, but we’d committed so we bought our plane tickets and planned to come.
A week before the wedding, bride goes totally psycho and posts nasty awful things about half of her wedding party, including my wife. So we decide to cancel the photography and not attend the wedding. It wasn’t worth it anymore. The bride’s own mother was so ashamed by her behavior that she didn’t attend either. All total, they had 8 people at their wedding, and only got cellphone pictures. We had a nice little vacation and visited a lot of friends in the area.”
A Truly Wicked Stepmother
“I was a bridesmaid at my father and stepmother’s wedding. I was 16. It wasn’t so much the wedding day that was a problem, but rather the prep and planning.
She spent 8 months before the wedding trying to bully me into losing weight for the wedding pictures. The closer we got to it, the more aggressive she was. Eventually my dad got on the bandwagon, too. I started dieting for the wedding, but I was angry and miserable the whole time. Everything I ate was commented on. If she was bringing home dinner, she would always ask what I wanted and then reply with, ‘You shouldn’t eat that before the wedding.’
I had been wanting to get a haircut for months before the planning even started. She insisted I didn’t ‘just in case it went wrong.’ You know, for the wedding photos. I ended up getting a haircut and re-dying my very faded hair a week before the wedding. She had a full on meltdown and was screaming at me. Why? Because my hair was red and her bouquet had red accent flowers in it. Her overall color scheme was black, silver, and red. She was furious that I was going to ‘clash with the decorations’ in the pictures.
When we went to get bridesmaid dresses, she brought her friends and very much ignored me the whole time. She had one of the employees bring me a dress and when I peeked out to ask for a bigger size, she lost her mind again. We got home and she screamed at my dad about it, who in turn went off on me for breaking my promise about losing weight.
The wedding happened. I am only in two pictures. Our relationship is a lot better now. A few months ago, she commented that she didn’t know why our photographer didn’t take more pictures of me…Okay.”
This Is Straight Up Disrespectful
“The bridezilla is my longtime neighbor and childhood friend. The other neighbor girls and I were the bridesmaids in her shindig. She knows I had mental issues in the past and sought religion for solace (along with a bunch of substances that didn’t work and therapy). My religion requires me to wear a headdress out in public.
I tried not to make a huge deal out of it, but I asked her ‘what color fabric am I allowed to put over my head?’ Her wedding was dark shades of blue and my head coverings range from solids to glitter to rainbows and floral patterns. My point is, I have everything and I can do anything to blend in with her theme of blue. She said, ‘You need to get your hair done because I want you ladies to have mermaid waves.’ I informed her of things she already knows about me and that sure yeah, the other gals can do that but for me, I’ll just do a solid color to match the dress. She scoffed and said okay.
The time comes for the make up and hair trial, she’s upset that I’ve only put my money on getting make up done. So at the trial, she snatches my head covering, saying to the hair stylist, ‘You need to do hers, too!’ My soul and my head hurts at this time and my reflex to naturally kick people who take something from me was updating or rebooting. The bridesmaids have naturally straight hair while my hair is a gravity defying nest of coils and curls. My afro textured hair takes A DAY to press/straighten. Bridezilla thought that you can just run an iron through my head for an hour and then I’d be styled.
The hairdresser says, ‘I didn’t bring my tools to do this type of hair,’ referring to a blow dryer with comb attachment and hot/pressing comb. Bridezilla threw a fit while I excused myself to the restroom to rewrap my head. I heard her say, ‘I don’t want her to wear a rag on her head.’ For the record, my head ‘rags’ are wax prints from Africa, silks from India, or colorful pashmina. The other bridesmaids say, ‘That’s her religion there’s nothing you can do.’ When I come out of the restroom, I told her that I found the plainest most boring drab piece of fabric that will match the theme of this circus she’s calling a wedding. And again she just says okay and we move on.
The wedding day arrived and I was supposed to be in Las Vegas four days before the wedding but my partner and I have no business in Vegas so we arrive the day of. I went to the bridal suite with my elegantly wrapped wedding theme head covering and put on the flammable substandard dress bridezilla made us all buy (another story: she was mad that I purchased the same exact dress from eBay rather than driving out of state to spend $217).
Bridezilla says to me, ‘I thought I told you to get a wig.’
Calmly, I say, ‘You approved my fabric and said okay to the wrapping style.’
She starts boiling and the other bridesmaids chime in saying, ‘You even said “looks good I approve” in the group chat.’
Bride continues getting ready and gets married. She doesn’t look at me, stand next to me, dance with me, or address me the whole day. I left the wedding early and my partner and I role played as spies in a nearby hotel and enjoyed a comedy show and buffet.”
No Wonder They Got A Divorce!
“I was the Maid of Honor. The Bride tried to sabotage her own wedding because while both the groom and her grew up Catholic, she hates the Catholic Church and he didn’t. When he asked for a Catholic wedding, rather than put her foot down and say no, she acquiesced and instead tried to take it down from the inside.
Some of the highlights: she did almost no planning, including ripping off the center pieces my wife had designed for our upcoming wedding. Specifically had me wear a suit (I’m a butch lesbian) instead of slacks and a blouse, because she never used my real name with the priest, just my androgynous nickname. She got stupid embarrassingly wasted at the rehearsal dinner (there was no rehearsal).
The day of, because she never planned a real rehearsal, attended any Catholic classes, showed up for the psuedo-rehearsal, and was 45 minutes late for the wedding, the priest didn’t know if I was a boy or girl and rather than make the mistake, instead he just gestured me up to my altar with a ticked off hand wave. ‘Best man…and uh…hmph….’
She then spent the reception secretly smoking (she told her parents I was the smoker even though I had quite 1.5 years prior) in the back alley while the groom entertained.
They are divorced now. She spent the rest of their marriage living on his couch. I asked her to not be in my bridal party. The groom was in my bridal party though and is still a good friend.”
Poor Planning Was A Blessing In Disguise
“This bride was my high school best friend. Although we didn’t see and talk to each other much after graduation, she asked me, Friend A (Bride, Friend A, and I were very close in high school) and Friend B to be her bridesmaids along with three other guys. It didn’t strike me at that time that she has so few girl friends. I accepted, even though I’m not close with her anymore, because I thought this is such a nice thing for her to ask.
Anyway, I was being a very terrible and unorganized person and I double-booked myself. I booked a non-refundable $6,000 holiday to Europe with my significant other and found out that it overlapped with her wedding. Eventually, I told her that I couldn’t make it to her wedding. She was shocked, but politely accepted.
Later, Friend A called me and said the bride was actually very upset, which is totally understandable, I was 100% in the wrong there. Friend A tried to be the peacemaker, since she didn’t want the three of us to break apart. She said something like, ‘I know [my name] is really really stressed by work. Maybe she really needed that time off.’ Apparently, it angered the bride that Friend A had the audacity to speak for me.
I texted the Bride on her wedding day to congratulate her and stuff (didn’t call because Brides on wedding day in my part of the world are always busy).
A few months later, Friend A asked me out for a drink, and the first thing she said was, ‘It’s a blessing that you didn’t come, or else you’d be so mad.’ And here are the things that the Bride did:
-Bride arranged a pre-wedding meet up at a hotel room with Friend A and Friend B. Friend A had a big fight with her long-time boyfriend at her house and was late to the meet up by 30 minutes, so she jumped on a cab to get there ASAP. Bride called her in a very passive-aggressive tone to tell her that she should go home because the bride ‘didn’t want any negative energy here to affect her wedding mood.’
-Bride talked to Friend A in a super demanding tone, like talking to a slave. And when Bride didn’t tell Friend A to do something, Bride treated her like she’s invisible, while being super girly BFF with Friend B.
-Bride booked a helicopter tour on wedding day for her to fly in to the hotel. The weather on that day was not good enough so the pilot had to cancel it. Bride screamed at Friend A for bad weather.
-Bride had the wedding banquet at a very lavish 5-star hotel and booked several Rolls-Royce’s as transportation. She had them parked right in front of the hotel to show off. Being in a very touristy city and a famous hotel, having cars hanging out like this would for sure have people come checking them out and taking photos from a distance. Bride screamed at Friend A for not snatching the phones off the tourists’ hands and blocking their cameras.
-Bride set the door opening time at 7 pm and dinner started at 9pm. In my city, people only show up close to dinner start time. So Bride was standing on stage at 7:15 pm waiting for people to take photos with her while there were only 5-6 guests there. Bride screamed at Friend A because of this and told her to ‘GO FREAKING FIX IT!’
-Bride appointed Friend A to keep track of the gifts. Friend A, who is a very organized person, made a list and double-checked with the Bride before she left. Next morning at 8 am, Friend A got a call from Bride that started with ‘you motherchucker’ and it was about how Bride couldn’t find one of the gifts, and claimed that ‘it’s from a very wealthy aunt of mine, it’s something you can never freaking afford so you better freaking find it’ and hung up. Five minutes later, her husband called Friend A and said they found the gift. Friend A never got an apology from them.
Friend A said she saw Bride’s true colors and was genuinely sad and disappointed after all the ups and downs they’ve been through. She thinks the reason that Bride treated her like bull while being all BFF with Friend B was because Friend A tried to speak for me.
I just felt sorry and angry for my friend. And a bullet-dodged.”
Why Make Things Complicated For No Reason?
“My first job out of college, a colleague got engaged and asked three colleagues to be her bridesmaids (in addition to one friend from high school). I had only known her for a matter of months, but I didn’t feel comfortable saying no because she was one of my bosses.
In addition to being in a wedding for someone I barely knew, which is bad in its own right, there were so many horrible things about this nightmare bridezilla wedding. First, I ended up hosting both her bachelorette AND her shower because no one in her life planned anything, and she showed up to her own shower an hour late, hungover and wearing pajamas when she mandated that everyone dress for a luncheon.
She ordered our dresses from Etsy (as opposed to any bridesmaid dress company) and they looked like seafoam green raw silk pillowcases with holes cut for the arms and head. They tied in giant bows in the back and we all looked like literal infants. She wouldn’t let us wear heels with said ‘dresses’ because the groom was kinda short and we all had to buy new flats in a specific shade of gold. She wanted us to wear our hair in a really ugly, extremely complicated updo — and said we would have to pay to have one of the hairstylists do our hair (we refused).
The wedding was on a Sunday in an extremely inconvenient and faraway location, and it was not the Sunday of a long weekend. The rehearsal dinner for this SUNDAY wedding was THURSDAY and started at 4 in the afternoon, requiring everyone to leave work in the middle of the day. She forced us to stay at an expensive hotel in the area the night before the wedding for no apparent reason and refused to pay for our hotel room.
Not Enough Time
“A friend asked me to be a bridesmaid in a very rushed wedding that was to take place in a little over a month. She had us order semi-expensive dresses and they HAD to be altered to a certain length. Shoes had to be ordered. Toenails had to be painted neutral color and fingernails had to be French manicure. We weren’t allowed to paint our own nails; we HAD to get them done at a salon. Hair HAD to be done professionally by her hairstylist. And we were not, under any circumstance, to have bikini tan lines visible. Mind you, this was right after summer. I lived in an area where beach attire was usually the only attire and everyone had visible tan lines.
I eventually had to tell her that I could not afford to have everything done professionally with such short notice. I would be happy to do my hair and makeup. My hair was so short I couldn’t do an updo. She told me her mom could pay and then I could pay her back. That was the final straw.
I sent an email to her telling her I could no longer be in her wedding. She was pregnant, about to get hitched, and now I was adding to her list of problems. I valued the friendship and told her such, but just couldn’t do what she was asking.
The thing is, I was more than willing to do what it takes to look the part and be part of her special day. But having ridiculous demands and expecting for your bridesmaid to pay quite a bit for it on such short notice is what got me. The email that I sent her was polite and really hammered home the point that I could not afford what she was asking. Either she’d have to be ok and trust that I wouldn’t look like the Babadook, or that I could back out of the wedding so that she wouldn’t have to stress. I wasn’t mad at her. Things happened way to fast and she had no time to plan. I get it. I don’t have any hard feelings towards her.
I hadn’t heard from her for YEARS. Until one day she sent me a message, asking for me to buy from her MLM campaign. Really?!”