People Share Their Worst Bridezilla Stories

She Had To Be The Prettiest In The Room

“One of my high school friends just got married a few weeks ago. We’ve known each other since we were in diapers, so even though I live in a different country I RSVP’d I’d come.

Now, I did it via text, because I didn’t know how long it’d take for the reply to get to her in the mail. She freaked out that I wasn’t doing it properly, and complained that I needed to spend the money on stamps to send it back. Okay, I get her point, even though I think it’s stupid.

I ended up getting a call shortly after she got my response (three weeks later, by the way) telling me only my son and I were invited, not my husband. I asked why and she refused to answer me, eventually getting ticked and telling me I shouldn’t come.

I talked to a friend who was standing up in the wedding party, and apparently, she made it pretty obvious she was embarrassed to be ‘marrying down.’ She was always the ‘hot one’ of our friend group, and she thought her husband wasn’t as good looking as she deserved, so she decided to not invite any of the good-looking husbands of her female friends, especially if those friends ‘weren’t as pretty as she was’.

The whole thing was messed up. Apparently, a bunch of her friends didn’t show up after she didn’t invite their spouses, so it was like… her family and three of her friends, plus a bunch of people we went to high school with that weren’t really friends with her and came for the open bar.”

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The Bride Got The Rules In Writing

“I was in a wedding for a girl who wasn’t a super close friend, but we each had the same best friend, so I ended up being in the wedding. We had to sign a contract vowing to a few things like:

1) We wouldn’t get any fake tans because no one was allowed to be tanner than her. Also, no tan lines on our lesser tanned skin.
2) No false lashes, her lashes were to be the longest.
3) No teeth whitening. Her ‘smile was to shine the brightest’ (exact quote from the contract).
4) $400 bridesmaids dress & $100 shoes + $250 rented jewelry we had to buy on our own, despite the fact her family was loaded and I was so BROKE.
Looking back, I wish I would’ve had the courage to just decline. It was awful.”

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With A Wife Like This, Who Needs Enemies?

“My brother’s brother-in-law was getting married. He had a daughter from a previous relationship who was 10 or 11 at the time of the wedding and he had a second child that was 2 with this new soon-to-be wife. The new wife wouldn’t allow the older daughter to be at the wedding because, ‘She’s not mine and I don’t want her distracting people’.

She is the worst person I have ever met. One year, at Thanksgiving, that older daughter came up to her dad and asked if she could just spend the night at his place. Before he could answer her, his wife (the evil stepmother) all but screamed, ‘Absolutely not! Its not your day and you know you are not to be in our house when it is not your day to be there!’. The poor girl just kind of shrank, went and sat on the couch, and was sad for the rest of the night. She also once tried to defraud Make-A-Wish so she could get a free trip to Disneyland. As you can tell, she’s good people.”

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Trying To Control A 4-Year-Old Doesn’t Go Well

“When my best friend from high school married his first wife, he asked that my then four-year-old daughter, his goddaughter, to be a flower girl. His fiancée, Bridezilla, chose a dress for my daughter that cost $600. I gently explained that we didn’t have $600 to spend on a dress. She blew up. Cried, yelled, etc. Finally calmed her down and found a dress at Macy’s for $80. Still, way out of my price range at the time, but we made it work. As we got closer to The Big Day, she called to tell me that I would need to leave early from work the Friday before the event, drive my four-year-old daughter two hours away to spend the night with her and her friends in a hotel room and be prepared to fork out $250 for her hair and makeup in the morning.

1) My daughter doesn’t really know any of you 2) I wouldn’t trust you to care for a hamster, let alone my kid 3) You and your sorority sisters plan to get wasted while my kid does… what? 4) $250? For hair and makeup on my FOUR-YEAR-OLD?

No. I’ll do her hair. I’ll even let her wear a little bit of makeup – she’ll be thrilled. We’ll meet you at the church half an hour before the ceremony. Bridezilla says fine, but if she shows up looking like a streetwalker, I’ll kill you. She was obviously angry.

Day of, we show up with my daughter looking adorable. She napped in the car, had a snack, kept herself and her pretty dress clean, and was thrilled to be a flower girl. Bridezilla wanted her to practice before the ceremony. The poor kid got yelled at for ‘not scattering the petals evenly’. Then she got yelled at for watching a butterfly instead of paying attention to the Bridezilla yelling at the rest of the wedding party.

We finally got the thing started, made it through, and went outside the church to congratulate Bridezilla and groom. Daughter came running to me and my husband for hugs and Bridezilla FREAKED OUT. She insisted that daughter stay with the wedding party and not go with us to the reception. My daughter was ok with that, since she knew one of the guys in the wedding party and would get to ride in the limo. She was starving, though, and when I tried to offer her one of the snacks I’d brought, Bridezilla said no way since they were going to get pictures taken.

We went our separate ways and waited at the reception for TWO HOURS before they finally showed up. My daughter was so hungry she was near tears when she finally saw us. I snuck her some Goldfish crackers while the first dance and cake cutting took place.

All she wanted to do was dance with her ‘Uncle’ – my best friend, and eat. Bridezilla decreed that NO ONE was allowed to dance with the groom but her. She would make an exception for him to have one dance with his mother. My daughter asked her politely if she could have one dance with her Uncle and was told no. When he came over and picked my daughter up to hug her, Bridezilla got mad and told him to put her down. Now that they were married all physical affection was hers alone. I wasn’t even allowed to hug him. His mother wasn’t allowed to hug him.

Thank GOD she cheated on him and he divorced her.”

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The Bridesmaids Were Not Allowed To Get Pregnant – Oops

“I’m a bridal wear designer, and I’ve worked for a few medium-to-large-sized brands as well as for individual clients. I started off working in a boutique selling bridal gowns, bridesmaid dresses and all the stuff that goes with it. I have A LOT of stories, but here’s one of my favorites:

It was the end of a very hot, very busy Saturday on my own when a very glamorous and slender bridal party walk in. The bride, her mother, plus three maids have come in to see their bridesmaid dresses and try on to be altered (they had ordered them about 4 months before). These dresses were the ‘hot’ thing at the time – floor length, crepe back satin and bias cut in a steely grey. All seemed fine, first bridesmaids come out and I pinned the hem and talked through some additional stuff. The mother is super picky and the bride is very much obsessed with her ‘perfect day’, but that’s pretty much normal. The last bridesmaid comes out, and the hem is lifted over an inch from the ground on her left side but is over 2 inches too long for the rest of the hem, so it looks incredibly wonky. The bride nearly breaks down and the mother goes basically catatonic – the wedding is ruined, going to sue us, etc. Bridesmaid looks rather sheepish. I offered to get them a new dress and promised it would be sorted, I needed to talk to the owner to get full details but that it would be resolved within a week. I had a suspicion so went into the changing room with the bridesmaid to ‘help her out of the dress’, and she looked rather upset.

I told her again we could sort it and she would look great in the end, but it didn’t seem to help so I asked if everything was OK or if there is something she wants to tell me… She near bursts into tears and tells me she is so sorry but she’s pregnant. She’d been trying for a while, but the bride had told her she wasn’t allowed to get pregnant and ruin her wedding. She was only 4 weeks but with the style of dress, it meant the fabric lifted like it did with just the tiniest of bumps. You really have to be a flat stomached wonder for them not to do weird things. She was really stressed about not being able to tell anyone ’til after the wedding and getting through the bachelorette party with no one realizing she was pregnant and the bride losing it with her. I was in a difficult place because the bride was threatening us for something that wasn’t our fault. I agreed with the bridesmaid that I wouldn’t say anything but after the wedding, she would need to tell the bride that we helped, not hindered the situation! She was super grateful and I managed to fix the dress for her, but she paid for it (while the bride thought we were covering it). The bride did send in a thank you card after the wedding so I guess it all worked out in the end for her!”

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Treating Her Sister Like Trash

“Unfortunately I was not there to witness this, but my wife got the skinny from a close friend who was a bridesmaid.

You have to understand that my friend — we’ll call her Katie — is quite possibly the sweetest and most loving person under the sun. Seriously. Coming from the family that she did, it’s a wonder. She was the family punching bag. Whenever something went wrong, it was Katie’s fault. It didn’t matter who did it, how it happened, the fact that Katie was in another state at the time — the entire family, including her two sisters, would gang up and yell at her.

So Katie’s sister, Krystal, is getting married into a conservative Greek Orthodox family. She’s losing her mind because she wants so bad for her new family to think she’s perfect, which is laughable, but whatever. Of course, the morning of the wedding, everything is going wrong and how dare Katie do this, despite the fact that Katie wasn’t even awake when everything started happening. Makeup is misplaced, boxes haven’t been taken up to the church for decorating, the works. So they all load up and head to the church to get the place ready. Katie grabs a box nearly as big as her (she’s tiny), hauls it into the church, and asks Krystal where it needs to go, to which she responds, ‘OH MY GOD KATIE JUST SET IT DOWN SOMEWHERE!’

Katie, being the sweetheart she is, sets it down somewhere out of the way so people won’t trip on it, but still in a higher traffic area so it can be found. She goes to put on her dress because some of the groomsmen are putting up the decorations. Of course, Krystal screeches like a banshee not ten minutes later because something in the box Katie had carried in needed refrigeration, but Katie was not informed of that. Not only was it not in the refrigerator, but Katie clearly hid it so nobody else could find it because she was trying to ruin the wedding. Katie apologizes and shows her where the box is. She finishes applying her makeup when she’s informed that there’s been a change in the ceremony as far as the handling of the bouquet goes. Katie will hold Krystal’s bouquet (the other sister couldn’t do it for whatever reason — it was probably too heavy for her poor, dainty arms). So Katie verifies how that’s going to work. ‘So you give it to me, there’s some talking, you and Carl walk around the altar a few times, then I give it back to you?’ Krystal doesn’t answer, and after a few more questions, she dismissively says, ‘yeah, yeah, you give it back to me.’

During the ceremony, Krystal never makes a move to take the bouquet back and does not accept it when offered. Katie is yelled at about this after the ceremony.

After the reception, Krystal asks Katie to take some things out to her new husband’s car for her. She does, but it’s locked. He doesn’t have the keys. Nobody knows who has the keys. This is also Katie’s fault. She gets yelled at. She finally finds the keys and gets it put away when Krystal asks Katie to clean up the last little bit of the room she got ready in for her. This is fifteen minutes before the church is being closed. The room is completely wrecked, no efforts were even close to being made to put things away. Katie is a champ and cleans it in ten and gets the stuff out to the car. She wasn’t fast enough and Krystal yells at her because she wanted to leave.

To top all this off, Krystal and Carl are going on two separate two-week honeymoons and refuse to come back a day early to go to Katie’s rehearsal dinner for her wedding next month. They’re flying in on the day of the wedding and frankly, I hope they get delayed past the wedding. The farther she is from the wedding, the less she can ruin it.

Oh, and Krystal had moved her wedding up after she heard the date of Katie’s wedding because she threw a huge fit about Katie getting married first. How dare she.

The karmic justice here is that despite the fact that none of the sisters are above 21, Krystal looks like a forty-year-old. Katie is easily the only attractive one in the family.”

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The Bridezilla Was Actually The Least Of Their Problems

“This was my sister’s ‘big day.’ The wedding, which is happening at a trailer park, starts late because bride and groom are day drinking. The bride is mad that her new husband is super trashed before dinner so instead of helping him sober up, she proceeds to get absolutely hammered as well because it’s her day too. Then she is mad that people didn’t stay for cake. It’s 11 pm on a Tuesday and you’re just getting to the cake now!? People have jobs to go to and we all got here at 10 am. My cousins also robbed all the bottles from the bar and stole some of the gifts, my mom broke her arm and the venue was vandalized. But how dare people leave before the cake!

Yeah, my family is messed up.”

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When The Wedding Party Quits

“Heard this from a friend’s friend, the bride had 5 bridesmaids but had only 2 that showed up.

You see, they planned her a bridal shower, but she decided last minute that she didn’t want to go and never showed up. Then she insisted they go to Vegas for her bachelorette party (normal), but then started to not only trash talk the bridal party and do body shots off of random guys, but left with them without telling anybody. The bridal party starts calling/texting and was about to call the police until she finally shows up the next morning without even saying a word and went to sleep. That same day they had to leave to catch their flight back home and she did not want to wake up. They had to force her into an Uber, walk with her to her flight terminal and then wait 5 hours later to catch their own flight because previously the bride demanded that she’d catch the earlier flight instead of traveling back together with her ‘friends.’

After that, a few decided they were done apparently.”

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The End Of An Old Friendship

“My high-school-best-friend was getting married. We’d fallen out of contact and were in our mid-20s by then. I had moved across the country (literally, she was on the west coast and I was on the east coast). For the previous 4 years or so we probably had spoken maybe once a year. The last time we had spoken we argued because she was infuriated that I had converted to Buddhism from Christianity. She told me she didn’t support my decision, and that she worried about my salvation. We didn’t talk for a while after that.

So anyway – she’s getting married, calls me jubilantly, and I’m genuinely happy for her. Seems like we’ve crossed the bridge and gotten over it, and she asks me to be a bridesmaid. I say ok.

I work freelance, and thus far a bunch of things had been going really well, and I thought I could do it. However, 6 weeks later one of my biggest clients drops me. And then another one does. All of a sudden, all this money I thought I was going to be getting evaporates.

Not 5 days later, she calls and says, ‘I need you to wire me $300 so we can buy your bridesmaid dress.’ I’m like ‘What?!’ No notice on the timeframe, no mention that she would select such a stupidly expensive dress. I tell her I need a couple days to get my life together because I had just gotten some bad news. She says ok.

I realize that I seriously don’t have the money to be flying to Seattle from New York, much less spend $300 on a dress, god-knows-what on hotels, a car rental, food, and then an additional gift. I want to be there for her though, so I decide that I’ll just figure out how to get there and ask her if I can just not be a bridesmaid. So long as I’m there for her, that would get it done, right?

Nope. I told her the situation, how business had taken such a nose-dive that I was worried about paying rent/eating, and how I am determined to make it to her day, but would she be ok with me not being a bridesmaid and just being there? She lost her mind. Said ‘It’s always only been about you!’ while SOBBING on the phone, absolutely inconsolable. She was raving about me, calling me a bad friend, etc…

I hung up, and after getting over my absolute rage, I wrote her a really nice message trying to address the break down in conversation. It took a LOT of determination to be sweet, but it’s her freaking wedding! I don’t want to ruin it for her. Even if she was being a psycho and I never wanted to see her again.

I sent the message and waited for a reply. One week goes by, nothing. Then – out of nowhere – I get a MASSIVE job that saves all my financial woes. It was spectacular! I decide if she didn’t get back to me in two weeks, forget it, I’m not going even if she does write me back. If she did? I’ll go because now I have the funds.

Two weeks passed, nothin’. So – I booked a trip to Southeast Asia with my (now fiancè). We had an awesome time.”

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The Most Expensive One Can Make It

“This was a maid-of-honor-zilla.

We got invited to a wedding of a distant friend of my wife. She was a former work colleague.

The bride-to-be’s sister was organizing everything by email.

‘Accommodation and food for two for the weekend – £200. Please pay into my account.’

Fair enough, they were getting married in a castle about 200 miles away, so accommodations were a necessity. No problem so far.

‘Hen night meal and drinks – £150. Please pay into my account.’

Hmm. That seems steep for a meal at the local restaurant and a few drinks afterwards.

‘We’ve organized a canoeing trip for the wedding party the day before the wedding – £100. Please pay into my account.’

No thanks. I had my shoulder strapped up from a sports injury at the time so there was no way I was doing this.

‘Salsa dancing class before the hen party – £50. Please pay into my account.’

I lost my mind with this one. I did some research and found that there was one place within a 20-mile radius of the wedding venue that did Salsa dancing classes and they cost a lot less than £50. In fact, they cost the same amount if you multiplied the number of people on the hen party attendee’s list by £50, then took away two places for the bride and her sister. So this chick is basically setting up an awesome weekend for her and her sister, and everyone else was paying for it.

Added up the costs of all her emails and she was expecting over £500 from us before we’d even left the house. We’ve been on week-long holidays that cost less.

My email back: ‘Will pay for our accommodation and food, and my wife’s food at the hen party only. No intention of paying for you and your sister to go canoeing, salsa dancing or getting trashed.’

The last straw was when the wife went off to the local restaurant with some of the other attendees in a taxi, whereas the bride and maid of honor had a stretch limo to themselves (which was paid for out of the hen night fund we found out later). I planned to stay back and watch a rugby game in the hotel bar but within an hour of her leaving she called me and asked me to come and pick her up from the restaurant as it was all the bride-to-be’s close friends and family, and she wasn’t being made to feel welcome.

Not sure why the best day of someone else’s life should be the most expensive of ours.”

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A Bride So Demanding, The Maid Of Honor Quit

“My friend was a bridesmaid at a wedding where the bride demanded that nobody cut their hair or gain any weight before the big day. All their hairstyles had to be the exact same length. She had to control every aspect of what they did. The maid of honor had enough of her behavior and dropped out of the bridal party a few weeks before the event. My friend only stayed because she felt sorry for her. The bride didn’t have any real female friends. I wonder why?”

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Hardly Listening To Reason

“My cousin got married three years ago. I should mention that she is an alpha and is very jealous of anyone who is more successful than she is.

So, the first thing that goes wrong is that her father’s girlfriend’s daughter had to move her wedding up a year (it was on Halloween) so that her grandfather who was dying could see her get married. This ticked her off because someone stole her spotlight and because of it, she was bitter all day before her wedding.

Second, she wanted to have an outside wedding. Now, this would be fine because of the fact that New Jersey is a very nice place to have an outdoor wedding. Except she was having it in New Jersey in November during a cold snap. The venue said that they would have heaters outside but it was supposed to rain and she was absolutely determined on having it outside. Now, at this point, my grandmother is 84 and doesn’t do cold well and she was going to make her sit outside. I was not having it.

While at the annual family Halloween gathering, she was telling us that she was going to have it outside and everyone kept arguing with her that it wasn’t worth it and that it was going to be too cold. After everyone moved on, I cornered her and said ‘My 84-year-old grandmother is not sitting outside in the cold and will be watching the wedding from the windows and will hear everything through my phone.’ Needless to say, she moved it inside.

She was also very annoyed that her brother had to bring his pregnant girlfriend with him, but that’s another story.”

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Gettin’ Trashed Before The Ceremony Starts

“This was actually a groomzilla. The bride was lovely but it has taken me a while to forgive her husband.

On the day of the wedding, he turned up late and a bit tipsy because he was fishing with his close friends.

Meanwhile, the day before the wedding, he asked my husband to set up all of the equipment for their outdoor wedding. I’m pretty sure that they didn’t have permits for setting up there either.

Anyway, so the groomzilla makes everyone wait in the boiling hot sun for an hour before he decides to arrive. It was a particularly hot day and there was no shelter. Everyone was sweating and miserable. The elderly sat on the few chairs that were there, and everyone was muttering away. I nearly fainted in the heat, and that very evening I developed a fairly serious health condition (I don’t blame the wedding for it exactly, but I’m convinced the extreme heat for 2+ hours contributed to it).

At the end of the reception, the groomzilla was blind wasted. He started making ridiculous demands and generally running his mouth off. He demanded, among other things, that my husband and I give up the hotel room that we’d paid for to go to an absolute crap location where some of his friends were hanging out. No thanks. Then he rudely asked me a bunch of questions until I literally turned my back to him and walked off. I doubt he remembers any of it.”

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