Watch out, the bridezillas are back! These weddinggoers share the aftermath of dealing with a bride who is rude, demanding, and entitled. From gloomy groomsmen to blamed bridesmaids, people spill the tea on what life is really like after putting up with an angry bride’s antics. Take notes, and don’t make the same mistakes at your wedding! Content has been edited for clarity.
“She Stopped Acting Like The Woman He Fell In Love With”
“My co-worker married a crazy bridezilla. All of these things happened leading up to, during, and after my co-worker’s wedding.
Before they got married, my co-worker’s fiancée started being mean to him as soon as he proposed. According to him, she stopped acting like the woman he fell in love with and started acting like her true self, which was insane.
A week after my co-worker proposed, his fiancée quit her job because her new full-time ‘job’ was now planning their wedding. The fiancée also fought with my co-worker’s mother, because she demanded the groom’s mom pay for half the wedding, but also couldn’t have any input on the wedding planning. The groom’s mother also was not allowed to contribute to the guest list, which was nearly entirely comprised of the bride’s friends and family. When the groom’s mother spoke up about her displeasure with the bride’s behavior, the bride egged her house.
After my co-worker and his fiancée discussed the egging, he went to work the next day. While he was at work, his fiancée shaved her head and sent him a video of her screaming and sobbing. He showed me the video, and he quickly left work afterward. I pitied him.
When my co-worker’s wedding day arrived, they had the venue set at a pool clubhouse in the summer. The venue was much too small for the guest list, and the venue owners forgot to turn the air conditioner on until the place was packed.
Two rows of chairs in the clubhouse were ribboned off with ‘reserved’ signs on them, so nobody dared to sit in them. The chairs were later occupied by the six bridesmaids, leaving about a dozen chairs open once the wedding began. One of the groomsmen stood by the groom and didn’t sit. Elderly people were left standing or reduced to sitting on the floor, as there was no way to get the chairs moved once the ceremony started.
Not to mention, the bride arrived ninety minutes late, as she was unhappy with how her hair and makeup turned out. So, she took everything off and did it herself, leaving the guests to wait for an hour and a half. My co-worker was standing at the altar sweating in his suit in the middle of summer, and he was not sure if his fiancée was going to arrive.
When the bride finally arrived at the clubhouse, she marched down the aisle and snapped at the officiant, ‘Okay, hurry up and get started with this.’
During the entire ceremony, the bride was looking into the crowd smiling and drinking water. She didn’t pay attention to her groom standing in front of her.
When the ceremony was over, all of the tables were crammed into the clubhouse. Only family members and immediate friends of the bride had seats at tables. The rest of us were going to be standing outside during the reception, away from the dancefloor and main venue. I didn’t see my co-worker’s speech, his first dance, or his wedding cake.
All of the food at the wedding was served outside, which was terrible in the Southern United States July heat. It was humid as can be, and there were bugs everywhere. While everyone was eating, the bride refused to get her food, so she made my co-worker stand in line to get it over and over. Plus, the bride never even left her table to greet her guests at the wedding.
The day after the wedding, my co-worker got into a major argument with his new wife as they were leaving to go on their honeymoon. She threw his luggage out of the car, and she tried to drive to the airport by herself. However, he had their tickets and jumped on the hood of his car to keep her from driving away.
Unfortunately, my co-worker was fired about a month after the wedding. He continued to show up late, leave early, and leave in the middle of the day because his wife would call him with some crisis.
One year after the wedding, I received a thank you note in the mail for the wedding gift I sent my co-worker.
The note was only signed by the bride, and it read, ‘As you may have heard, Ryan and I have had a bumpy start in our first year as a married couple. We are now separated, but thank you for the lovely gift.’
They divorced only months later. I couldn’t believe my co-worker even managed to stay with her for a year.”
“She Shattered Our Glass Countertop”
“I spent four years of my life working in a men’s formal wear sales and rental chain in the Seattle suburbs. The town I worked in was a particularly ritzy area, and the average wedding gown at the bridal shop down the street started at three thousand bucks.
My most memorable bridezilla was a woman who came in with her fiancé. The poor guy didn’t say a word the entire time he was in the store. The woman wanted a very specific color of shirt to match her ‘diamond white’ wedding gown, and she wanted fourteen of them. Okay, pretty straightforward. However, some of the shirts we had in stock were old, and some of them were newer. This meant some of the shirts were closer to white, and others were very ivory.
I couldn’t guarantee every shirt would be the same color for the woman, let alone the exact shade of ‘diamond white’ she wanted.
When I explained this to her, she signed an agreement and said, ‘But all of the shirts will be the right color, and they will be the same color, too.’
Okay, lady. I could try to do my best.
Six weeks later, it was the Thursday before the wedding. The bridezilla came in again with her poor fiancé. We pulled out the tuxedos and shirts, and of course, the shirts were exactly as I warned her they would be.
The shirts were several different shades of white, and only one was her ‘perfect’ color, and it wasn’t even the groom’s shirt. After looking at the shirts, the woman completely lost her mind. She began screaming, crying, and pounding on our glass countertop at the front of the store.
The woman wailed at the top of her lungs, ‘This isn’t fair! How could you do this?’
She was so agitated, she shattered our front counter with her pounding. The cops were called, and the bride was arrested. The groom took his and everyone else’s tuxes and left. He still didn’t say a word, other than profusely apologizing.
The following Sunday, I happened to be accepting returns at the store. The father of the groom came into the store carrying fourteen unworn tuxedos.
He explained, ‘The bride spent an entire day in jail. At the rehearsal dinner, she threw an insane temper tantrum and even threw glassware. To top it all off, she started a fight with my son. He declined to proceed with the marriage afterward.’
I would never forget the woman’s crazy eyes or her insistence on the perfect colored shirts from a rental shop. I was happy the groom managed to escape.”
“Her Wedding Ruined Our Relationship Forever”
“My sister was a bridezilla, and she asked me to be her bridesmaid.
The bridesmaid’s dresses were hundreds of bucks, and my mom wound up paying for mine because she knew I couldn’t afford it. Seventy bucks in alterations later, the stupid dress finally fit.
At this time, I lived in Edmonton and my sister lived near Vancouver. She demanded I fly down for her bachelorette party. I paid three hundred bucks for a flight to my sister’s, and my boyfriend drove out for the wedding and picked me up. Driving was two hundred bucks in gas there and back home.
The bachelorette party was a week before the wedding, so when I flew down to my sister’s, I just stayed until her wedding. I stayed with my mom for a night until my sister kicked me out the night before her wedding. She wanted a ‘special night,’ with her two maids of honor and our mother. I was only a bridesmaid, and according to my sister, I wasn’t allowed to be there.
During the bachelorette party, I was told I needed to bring drinks for myself and the bride. Fine. I went to the store, and my sister rang up one hundred bucks worth of drinks she wanted on my card. Whatever, it was her wedding. However, my sister proceeded to drink absolutely none of the beverages I bought for her, and she went to bed at the hotel early because she was upset. Then, she gave all of the drinks to her husband to have at his bachelor party the following evening.
My sister also was upset about my wedding gift. The gift I chose for her wasn’t on her registry. I looked at the registry, and there was nothing I could afford to buy her. She even put a nine-hundred-buck vacuum on there!
Then, my sister had the nerve to get angry about how I didn’t spend enough cash on her. When it was all said and done, her stupid wedding cost me over one thousand bucks, even after my mom helped me pay for a dress. My sister then didn’t speak to me for years, and when she did, she told me I ruined her wedding.
I don’t know if my sister is still happily married, we don’t keep in touch anymore. Her wedding ruined our relationship forever.”
“He Dodged Trouble”
“My cousin got married to a bridezilla.
The hometown my cousin lived in was not known for being a wealthy area. He managed to move away and become successful, and in his new town, found a wife. His wife was extremely wealthy, some could even say excessively wealthy.
My cousin and his wife married after one year of knowing each other, and their wedding plans were awfully surprising. They spent over two hundred and fifty thousand dollars on the wedding, including catering by seven different restaurants. Their food was from different cultures and cooked in front of you, hibachi buffet style. My cousin and his wife even had servers in tailed suits and white gloves serving Taco Bell after midnight during the reception.
Months after the wedding, my cousin’s wife began spending more money than he could make. She would become upset with him because he wasn’t making enough, but she wasn’t working at all. They got divorced, and she gave him the ultimatum of getting his ring back or keeping the dog. My cousin kept the dog.
Her sister, a lawyer, helped her file a restraining order on him, and they haven’t spoken since. Funnily enough, they finished the divorce papers exactly one year and one day after their wedding.
Man, did my cousin dodge trouble.”
“Your Pregnancy Is Just A Part Of Your Plan To Ruin My Wedding”
“My ex-best friend was a bridezilla.
My friend was always quite short with people, and her fuse was even shorter. However, I put up with her bad side for years because we always had a good time together.
During our friendship, I met someone who I dated for three years when we got engaged and another three years before we got married. Before my partner and I got married, my best friend used to stay over at our house all of the time, and we all got along.
A little while later, my best friend started dating a man who my then-fiancé set her up with. After being together for around four months, my friend and her boyfriend got engaged. Going forward, her entire attitude began changing. She would speak to everyone as if she was above them, went out and bought a horse to appear as if she had money, and talk down to me.
Still, my friend asked me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding, to which I said, ‘Yes, of course!’
After all, I was still happy she was getting married.
A couple of months later, my friend and I went out for coffee, and I explained, ‘I couldn’t wait to tell you. I’m pregnant!’
I thought my friend would be happy for me, but she wasn’t.
She replied, ‘I get it. Your pregnancy is just a part of your plan to ruin my wedding, right?’
My boyfriend and I planned to tie the knot before my baby arrived, and we chose to do it on our anniversary. The wedding would be extremely small, and only close friends and family would be invited. My wedding was only three weeks after my friend’s wedding, and it wasn’t perfect. However, my fiancé and I didn’t care. We just wanted to have our wedding on our special day.
My friend’s wedding was extravagant. She had an expensive dress, hired the most expensive venue in our city, and I was there to help her with every little detail. Even though morning sickness, I pushed through to make sure my friend had everything she needed for her special day.
When my wedding day arrived, my friend sat there looking like she was chewing a lemon. She didn’t smile once, and she began to talk to my mother behind my back about how disappointing my wedding was.
During the wedding reception, my friend was all drama. She accused my other best friend from childhood of playing footsie with her new husband under the table! My friend accidentally caught his foot while crossing her legs, and she wouldn’t have done such a thing.
When I eventually had my baby, it was the final straw between my friend and me.
My friend visited for the first time in about six months, looked at my baby, and said, ‘Oh, it’s got red hair.’
She didn’t even refer to my child by her name! I cut my friend off, it was the best thing I ever did. I never noticed how toxic she was, or how I was on pins around her all of the time.
Now, my husband and I live in the same little house as we did before we got married, and we don’t have any debt from our small wedding. Six years later, we are still very happy with how our wedding turned out.
My ex-best friend got into loads of debt from her wedding, and her husband lost his job for gross misconduct. Six years later, the couple is living in her father’s basement. I couldn’t say I felt bad for them.”
“I Remembered Why I Broke Up With My Fiancé The First Time”
“I was called a bridezilla.
After I returned with my ex-boyfriend whom I broke up with in high school, his parents convinced him to propose to me. His parents got married at the age of nineteen, and they believed since we were the same age we should follow in their footsteps. At this point, we had only been back together for one month. He proposed, and I was excited because it was supposed to be an essential moment in my life. I could finally plan the beautiful wedding I had always dreamed of.
Since my partner and I only had ten months to plan our wedding, I immediately started to look at venues. In the meantime, his mother complained to everyone behind my back about how I was planning the marriage too soon. When I planned to go wedding dress shopping, my future mother-in-law complained about how I was doing that too soon.
Even more annoying, I invited a mutual friend of ours to go dress shopping with me. On my way to the bridal shop, the friend asked if she could bring her kids because my fiancé’s mother told her she could. I didn’t want children running around the bridal shop while I was trying on dresses, but I didn’t have any other option.
My future MIL also got mad at me for not including all seven of her daughters in the wedding party. Whenever I tried to plan wedding stuff with my fiancé, he ‘couldn’t handle it,’ as he claimed planning the proposal was already too much work.
Whenever my fiancé’s family tried controlling the wedding, I was bothered because they were planning around themselves. They claimed the marriage wasn’t about myself and my fiancé but was about their family instead. His family called me a ‘bridezilla,’ to my face multiple times because I didn’t like how they controlled my wedding. I didn’t deserve to be treated so poorly, and I didn’t know where they got the idea about the wedding being about them.
Within those few months of wedding planning, I remembered why I broke up with my fiancé the first time. So, I broke up with him again. I wasn’t going to deal with being treated terribly.”
“Her Demanding Attitude Carried Over Into The Marriage”
“My brother married an awful bridezilla.
My brother’s fiancée yelled at my mother on her wedding day, simply because my mother asked where certain decorations were supposed to be at the venue. There wasn’t a written plan, so my mother had nothing to go off of to help decorate. It was uncalled for, and I couldn’t believe she was yelling at people for simply attempting to help decorate.
Plus, my brother’s fiancée never thanked my parents for financially contributing to the wedding. On the wedding day, she accused a bridesmaid of trying to upstage her because she got a spray tan before the wedding.
My brother wanted me to be a bridesmaid at the wedding party, but the fiancée said I couldn’t because, ‘She is too pretty, and all of my bridesmaids have to be uglier than me.’
While we were at the wedding, my brother’s new wife also stole my sister-in-law’s jacket off her back because one of her bridesmaids was cold. It was a reception in the springtime, and the girl should have known to bring a jacket.
About a year after the wedding, my brother and his wife got divorced. Her demanding attitude carried over into the marriage. Needless to say, the rest of my family had a little party when we heard about the divorce.”
“It Was Like I Signed My Life Away”
“My sister was a major bridezilla. When she got engaged to her fiancé, she asked me to be the maid of honor at her wedding. After she asked, I received the opportunity to move across the country to pursue my dream career.
I found out eighteen months before the wedding, and my sister’s reaction to the news was, ‘You’re going to leave me here to plan my wedding all by myself?’
It was like I had signed my life away to be the maid of honor at her wedding. I thought I could have a life while trying to manage to be a bridesmaid, but to my sister, it wasn’t an option.
My sister made all of her bridesmaids spend hundreds of dollars on specialized dresses, and her bachelorette party had a strict dress code and a steep price tag.
For ten years before her engagement, I consistently had blue, green, and purple hair. Knowing how conservative my sister was, I dyed my hair back to natural for the wedding. Despite my hair being a natural color, my sister still had an issue with me having an undercut hairstyle.
In the days leading up to her wedding, my sister and I were closer than ever. As soon as she got married, all I got was radio silence. My sister even forgot my birthday!
Needless to say, my sister and I stopped speaking to each other.”
“It Was Something I Would Have Never Agreed To Do”
“My ex-fianceé was seemingly normal until we finally got engaged. She went from wanting a small, simple, wedding with less than one hundred guests, to wanting a grand hall with hundreds of guests she has barely spoken to. I wasn’t okay with this, and it was something I would have never agreed to.
Besides having a large number of guests at the wedding, my fianceé also wanted to import flowers. It was ridiculously expensive, and it made zero sense. The final straw was when she scheduled an appointment with a real estate agent to sell my house to pay for the wedding. She made the appointment to sell the house without my consent or knowledge.
Worst of all, her family was insanely rich, but they refused to help pay for anything wedding-related. I broke it off with my fianceé, and she got engaged again less than one year later. This time, she got engaged to an attorney, but she didn’t read the prenuptial agreement before signing. They got married and divorced one month later.
As far as I knew, she didn’t get anything, and she was still alone.”
“I Just Assumed I Would Be Miserable For The Rest of My Life”
“My first wife was a bridezilla.
During our honeymoon, I had a great time. Unfortunately, my new wife wasn’t having such a great time. During the trip, she realized she was married and the wedding day was now history. She wanted the big wedding, which she had, but not the marriage.
The next two years were awful until she finally tapped out of our marriage. I was young and stupid, and the thought of divorce never crossed my mind. I’m not sure why it didn’t, I just assumed I would be miserable for the rest of my life.
When my wife told me she was leaving, it felt as if the weight of the world was off of my shoulders. On a happier note, her parents were still paying off the wedding after we got divorced.
That’s what happens when you allow your daughter absolutely everything she wanted, including two wedding dresses.”
