What makes a bride turn into a bridezilla? Is it the nervousness and anxious thoughts that make brides lose their cool, or do they get angry because of other things?
Every woman wants her wedding day to be perfect, but when that stress gets intense, the brides either flip out or, let’s be real, their true colors start to show. Here are stories from five folks on Reddit who’ve witnessed some of the most jaw-dropping bridezilla moments.
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1. My Best Friend’s Wedding
u/ajlawford: I had a silent bridezilla. She was my best friend of 15 years and didn’t ask for much during the wedding planning as there were only two months between the engagement and the wedding day.
There was no bachelorette party, dress shopping, gift exchanges, or in-person meetups. We lived two hours away, but she didn’t want my input.
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She wanted me to buy a dress, look pretty, and attend her wedding. I thought, “OK, whatever you want. You’re my best friend, and I’m excited you are getting married.”
She didn’t even let me help with her hair and makeup on the wedding day. Instead, she just asked me to focus on my hair and makeup. She didn’t trust me to do it well enough because I had short hair. Okay, fine. It’s your day, whatever.
Everything went well until the bride got her sister to call me. During the two-hour-long call, the bride’s sister criticized my every move throughout the wedding, saying that I should never have accepted to be a bridesmaid if I didn’t want to participate.
She also reviewed my Facebook profile to note what I had spent my money on (for example, I posted about joining a bowling league for fun). She said I should have spent that money on the wedding.
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The wedding was two days after Christmas, and her family didn’t even celebrate Christmas that year because of the wedding.
Meanwhile, I was criticized for not spending more time with her, even though I traveled three hours by train the day after Christmas to hang with her the night before her wedding.
Apparently, I should have stayed the night of the wedding to hang with the other two bridesmaids, but I opted to drive home with my boyfriend as I needed to work.
Initially, the bride said she would pay for my makeup on the wedding day, but she changed her mind two weeks before the event.
She asked me to drive for two hours and buy an expensive makeup brand. Despite knowing I was broke after Christmas shopping, I accepted her wish and purchased the makeup. However, she still thought I had an attitude about this.
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I was also criticized for not giving a gift, although the bride said, “Being a bridesmaid was gift enough.”
After these events, the bride stopped talking to me and blocked me on Facebook. After months of being mistreated, I finally cut my best friend and her sister out of my life.
The last time I saw either of them was the wedding day, which was five years ago. I never even got to see the wedding photos. It’s so sad to see long-term friendships ending over nothing.
She should have told me about her expectations instead of expecting me to guess them and then judge me for not meeting her demands. She also should have talked to me directly instead of involving her sister.
2. She Was Mean as Hell
u/sojadedblond: A friend took out a $7500 loan for her wedding. Okay, that was not too bad. It was workable and sounded pretty reasonable. Then, she asked her fiancé to take out a $25,000 loan. (She forced him by saying she’d leave him if he didn’t.)
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He had much better credit and got the loan. Then, my friend begged his parents to pay for their honeymoon while they had no idea she had asked their son to take out a loan.
They thought her parents were paying for a modest outside wedding at a local garden, and she repeatedly lied to them until a few weeks before the wedding. She kept threatening to leave her fiancé if he didn’t do things as she wanted them done.
Anyway, his parents were so happy to pay for a cruise (a nice Alaskan cruise) for their honeymoon, but that wasn’t enough for her.
She then lied to her parents, saying that his parents were only giving them $250 for the honeymoon. Her parents were shocked as they were paying for the wedding and reception and thought the groom’s family would at least pay for some of the honeymoon.
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They encouraged her to get a better job (she worked 20 hours a week as a receptionist at a nail salon) or to at least go full-time at her current job, but she flat-out refused, saying she had so much to do in planning for the wedding/honeymoon, etc. She was an absolute nightmare.
She and I hadn’t talked since high school (we weren’t very close, more like acquaintances), and she had gotten my number from a mutual friend to call and ask if I’d sing at her wedding.
During that phone call, she told me about everything that happened. She added that she wanted her fiancé to take off two and a half weeks instead of the nine days he’d already taken.
When she asked me what she should do about the honeymoon, I told her she was being a little unreasonable and very demanding with people.
I said it gently and kindly. I wasn’t just like, “Wow, you’re being the worst person ever right now, and your fiancé is really stupid to marry you for a lifetime.”
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I said, “It seems like you’re putting a lot of pressure on everyone around you to do things your way and only your way. This is Evan’s wedding, too. Maybe ask him what he’d like. Planning this together instead of you alone can be much more fun. You guys will be together for a lifetime, so putting this much stress on everyone, yourself included, just makes things so much harder than they have to be.”
She was quiet for a few seconds, then said, “Uh, okay, I deserve this wedding, and Evan will give me what I want. I don’t want you to sing at the wedding. You’re so mean for telling me I don’t deserve a beautiful wedding!”
When I tried to explain that I thought she could have a gorgeous wedding, just with less stress and anxiety, she said, “You’re just like everyone else. You don’t want me to be happy! My dad keeps telling me to get a better job, and Evan fought to get the loan, and you saying this makes me want to give up!”
After that, she burst into hysterical tears and hung up. It was bizarre. She was like that in high school: very dramatic, mean, and selfish. However, I don’t remember her being that crazy and delusional. They got divorced 14 months after the wedding.
3. The Bridezilla Tried to Scam the Bridesmaids
u/ShamedShamingShamer: Several years ago, a friend asked me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding. There were six bridesmaids and one maid of honor (MOH).
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The bride had picked out her dress already, one for the MOH and one each for the bridesmaids. The dresses were lovely but a bit expensive at $400 each.
Two bridesmaids, including me, were still in college, and the rest had graduated. Since I was still studying, my budget was super tight.
Once the bride picked the dresses for us, she asked the MOH to coordinate with us for the fittings. The MOH told us she would pay for our dresses using her credit card because she wanted Air Miles. She asked us to pay her directly and said we could repay her in installments if needed (I definitely needed to). We all agreed.
All the bridesmaids picked their dresses together, but I couldn’t join them because of my exams. As a result, I decided to go myself the following week.
The MOH said she would pay for mine on the group trip but to call her if there were any issues with the dress. She said she would handle it.
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When I tried the dress at the shop, it looked perfect, and I was happy. The shop owner went to attend to another client while I was changing back into my clothes, but she confirmed that we were all set.
As I was walking out of the door, a shop employee yelled, “Hey! That will be $200!” I was stunned and totally mortified. I apologized and explained how I thought the MOH had paid for it the weekend before.
The shop owner immediately rushed towards us, diffusing the situation by confirming that the MOH had already paid for the dress. When I turned to leave the store, I realized the shop owner had said $200 and not $400.
Long story short, the dress was only for $200. When I confronted the MOH about it, she spilled the beans.
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Apparently, the bride and MOH plotted together to charge us double to help pay for the bride’s dress. I let the rest of the bridesmaids know, and four of us dropped out of the wedding immediately.
4. The Last-Minute Floral Fiasco
u/Haceldama: I am a florist, and we once had a bridezilla visit our shop. The bride came with her mother at 9 a.m.
They wanted to order a bridal bouquet, a mother-of-the-bride Cattleya orchid corsage, a boutonniere for the groom, and six smaller ones for the groomsmen.
The wedding was scheduled for noon, and they gave us only three hours to fulfill their order. They wanted everything ready by the time they were done with their makeup appointment at the beauty parlor a few doors down.
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The bride was flipping through the FTD sample book and pointing out the style and flowers she wanted. She wanted to order garden roses with long sweeping trails of stephanotis and variegated ivy, all three of which would require at least a week’s advanced order with our suppliers.
The bride was shocked when we told her we didn’t always carry extremely expensive and highly perishable flowers. My boss told them that since they didn’t place an order beforehand, they would be limited to what we had in stock and simple styles that could be assembled quickly.
The bride and her mom kept pointing at the book and arguing that we should have those specific flowers in stock. My boss eventually took the book off the desk and tossed it behind the counter.
The bride vacillated between tears and petulant whining that we would ruin her big day. My boss, who disliked brides in general, told her she had ruined her day by not ordering flowers before her wedding day.
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The mom tried chewing out my boss for lacking customer service skills. My boss told her she was welcome to go down the street to another florist and ask their flower department to make their order with whatever they had in stock.
The mom said she’d do just that and reassured the bride that she’d have her flowers done by the time her appointment was over. Both women stormed out.
I figured that was that, but my boss told me and the other girl to start on six simple dendrobium orchid bouts. Meanwhile, she threw together a ribbon-wrapped bridal bouquet with white roses nearly past their prime.
Twenty minutes later, the bride’s mother slunk back in and meekly asked if we could still assemble what they needed. We did. We also charged her a huge rush fee.
5. The Bridezilla Meets Karma
u/[deleted]: My friend called me one day and asked me to be her maid of honor. At first, I was thrilled. But then things took a bizarre turn.
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She started oddly, asking me to dye my hair blonde, then demanded $1000 for her bachelorette. I was shocked but things worsened when she insisted I lose 10 pounds. I was taken aback by her demand.
Fuming, I thought about teaching her a lesson. But before I could do anything, karma intervened.
A week after our heated conversation, just a day before her wedding, she called me in a panic. “WHAT DID YOU DO??? I just got a call from my bank!” she said.
It turned out that her bank had frozen her account due to suspicious activity. In her pre-wedding frenzy, she had made so many extravagant purchases that the bank suspected fraud.
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One of my exes had his account frozen once and she needed advice as to what I’d done to help my ex-boyfriend. I worked as a banker back then. I refused to help her and hung up.
Have you ever seen a bride throw tantrums and get too demanding with her family and friends? Share your experience with us in the comments section.
I got on the bus and met someone who shocked me
The rain was coming down in sheets, mirroring the storm brewing inside Elara. Her phone buzzed with another rejection email, and the cafe, usually a haven of warmth and quiet, felt suffocating. She huddled deeper into her coat, the bitter taste of failure lingering on her tongue.
Across the table, an elderly woman sat alone, sipping tea and watching the rain. Her face, etched with the lines of a life well-lived, was illuminated by the soft glow of the cafe lights. Elara, lost in her own despair, barely registered her presence.
Suddenly, the old woman’s hand reached across the table, placing a delicate porcelain figurine on the table beside Elara’s coffee cup. It was a small bird, its wings outstretched as if in flight. “He always loved birds,” the woman whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
Elara looked up, surprised. The woman, noticing her gaze, smiled sadly. “My son, he was an artist. He used to spend hours sketching birds, capturing their flight, their freedom.”
Elara, captivated by the figurine and the woman’s gentle voice, found herself drawn into the conversation. She learned about the woman’s son, a talented musician who had passed away far too soon. She listened as the woman reminisced about his laughter, his passion for life, his love for music.
As the rain continued to fall, a strange sense of peace settled over Elara. The weight of her own disappointment seemed to lessen, replaced by a newfound empathy. The woman, a stranger, had opened her heart to Elara, sharing her grief and her memories.
When it was time to leave, Elara hesitated. “Thank you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for sharing your story with me.”
The old woman smiled, her eyes twinkling. “It’s a gift, my dear. A gift to remember.”
Elara left the cafe, the rain washing away the remnants of her despair. She carried the small bird figurine with her, a reminder of the unexpected kindness and the power of human connection. She realized that even in the darkest of moments, there is always beauty to be found, and that sometimes, the greatest gifts come from the most unexpected places.
**The bus lurched forward, throwing me against the seat in front of me. Groaning, I rubbed my shoulder and glared at the rush-hour traffic. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside me. Another rejection email, this one particularly brutal, had just landed in my inbox, and the taste of failure was bitter in my mouth. The cafe, my usual refuge, felt suffocating, the cheerful chatter of other patrons a jarring counterpoint to the gloom inside me.
Then, I noticed him. An elderly gentleman, his face a roadmap of wrinkles, sat across from me, his eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that made my skin prickle. It wasn’t a casual glance; it was a stare, unwavering and unsettling. My irritation, already simmering, boiled over. “What’s your problem?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended.
He didn’t flinch. His gaze, unwavering, seemed to search for something deep within me. My anger flared. “Seriously, why are you staring?” I demanded, my voice laced with venom. He finally lowered his eyes, a shadow of sadness crossing his face.
When his stop arrived, he rose, his movements slow and deliberate. As he passed me, he placed a small, folded piece of paper in my hand before stepping off the bus. Curiosity piqued, I unfolded it.
The words, written in a shaky hand, hit me like a physical blow. “I’m so sorry. I’m deaf and I couldn’t hear what you said. I didn’t mean to upset you. You just look exactly like my late son. I haven’t seen his face in so long and I miss him so much.”
Shame washed over me, hotter than the midday sun. My anger, my impatience, my own petty frustrations, had blinded me to the depth of this man’s grief. I had lashed out at him, a stranger, in a moment of self-absorption, inflicting pain upon someone already carrying the weight of a profound loss.
The rest of the ride was a blur of remorse. Each jolt of the bus, each drop of rain on the window, seemed to amplify the echo of my own cruelty. I replayed the encounter in my mind, each harsh word a fresh wound. I imagined his face, the sadness in his eyes, the loneliness he must have felt in that crowded bus.
That day, I learned a lesson that would forever stay with me. Kindness, even in the face of frustration, is always the better path. For you never truly know the burdens others carry, the stories etched on their faces, the echoes of a love lost. I carried the weight of my own regret, a heavy cloak draped over my shoulders.
But amidst the remorse, a small seed of change was planted. I began to observe the world with a newfound empathy. I listened more intently to the stories of others, sought to understand their perspectives, and offered a helping hand whenever possible.
The memory of the elderly man and his poignant message remained with me, a constant reminder of the importance of compassion and the fragility of the human spirit. It was a lesson learned the hard way, a lesson etched into my soul, a reminder that kindness, like a gentle rain, can wash away the bitterness and nourish the soul.
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