The poor gal who had to endure this nightmare of a wedding asked to remain anonymous. I can’t say that I blame her.
In 2001, I got engaged to a guy named Jay. My parents liked him at first, but something changed which my memory fails me as to what... and they all of a sudden began to dislike him. Typical, Right?
My mom and Dad were moving to Saudi Arabia for my Dad's job and when we got engaged, we did everything in our power to arrange the wedding to be set for when they could come home.
During this engagement. My mom found out my Dad was having an affair. So, she decided to come home to the USA and "help" me with my wedding plans. When she got home, she did everything EXCEPT help.
She called the minister who was a dear friend of mine that baptized me to help her call off the wedding. She said ugly things to my bridesmaids about my soon to be husband.. telling them he was a HORRIBLE guy and had no future and would never make any money. (He was a kindergarten teacher).
During her helpful days, she decided to join MatchMaker.com and met a guy whom she started having an affair with, right in front of me, but played it off like they were just friends. I knew that something was going on and I felt bad for my Dad who was back in Saudi feeling guilty for what he had done, while she is back here doing the same thing. I prayed that he would find out somehow.... and he did... she wasn't smart with the credit card since the bills went to him.
The day of my rehearsal, my mother is up at the reception site helping us get things decorated and everything and my mother gets a call and LEAVES frantically. She is finding out that my Dad knows about her affair.
So the gals and I finish it up and go meet at the church to rehearse with everyone else.
My mother REFUSED to practice walking down the aisle, lighting the candle or look at ANYONE. She pulled me to the side to ask if I told on her and if it wasn't me, then it must be my finance, Jay. So at dinner, she REFUSED to smile for ANY picture taken... and having her sit over there and pout on my night was really hurtful. Not only that but my Dad had to try to put on a happy face to help make up for her attitude.
The day of my wedding, I met my bridesmaids and got our nails/toes done around noon. The wedding was set to start at 6pm. I called my mother to ask her to please remember to bring my dress to the church for me and she said, " That is NOT my responsibility, you need to take care of that YOURSELF!" I was crushed and now stressed out... crying which wasn't a great look for me on my wedding day. I went to go get my dress and found it SMASHED in the corner of a closet at my grandmother's house where it was WRINKLED like NO OTHER! I had 5 hours now till my wedding started and a WRINKLED mess!!! Thankfully a bridesmaid found a cleaners that would steam it for me.
My Dad was running late to the wedding and later I found out it was because my mother had taken his tuxedo and hidden it from him so he had to rush out and find a tuxedo shop with his size which was almost impossible! His original tux had a letter he had written to me which I'll never got.
At my wedding, everyone was on pins and needles... not knowing if she would stand up to stop the wedding. It went smoothly thank goodness, minus any smiles.
We go to the reception and are greeted by our guests. My new husband and I take to the dance floor immediately for our first dance and right after that I did my dance with my dad. All of a sudden.. I hear this GASP and look over and see the crowd part and back up. I couldn't see what was going on and didn't want to stop our dance... later I find out....
My mother sees tables reserved for my in-laws family but none for my mother's family. This is due to the fact that she ran out of the decorating of the reception hall when we were all there and we didn't know where/what to do for reserved tables-- plus this place was bigger than the Grand Canyon-- no reserved tables were really needed.
So, my mother went up to my now mother in law and grabbed her arm asking WHY tables weren't reserved... my MIL said, you left and I'm sorry but there are plenty of tables, just pick one! My mother SMACKED her ACROSS the face in front of everyone.
All of this... WHILE I AM DANCING MY FIRST DANCE WITH MY DAD.
I see the security rent cops come and escort my mother and all of that side of the family out of the wedding reception. I had no pictures with my mother or any of that side of the family from my reception. I didn't even want to be there. People started leaving probably just because it was such a crazy event and the "show" was over. I was suppose to have the reception hall until Midnight but we were gone and out of there by 9pm.
I got a call once from her telling me that she was sick of me ignoring the family since I had not spoken to any of them for several weeks and I owed them an apology. I told her I owed her nothing. Its been 9 years this year since we have spoken. While she might have been right about my husband at the time-- we were married 2 years.... it was still my day, my time and she made it ALL About her. I will never EVER forget how she made me feel. It was awful.
You'll all be happy to hear that this poor bride has found true love, is happily remarried and is living a drama free life.