The dreaded Bridezilla, they make Bridesmaids cower in fear and grooms second guess whether they’ve made the right decision. Fortunately I’ve been lucky to never have really come across one, but there are plenty out there in the wild.
Wedding planners on Reddit were asked what their worst bridezilla experience was, and plenty of people came out with their horror stories. Note: there is plenty of strong language being used by these poor people venting their frustrations. You have been warned.
i worked in stationery design in the wedding industry a while back. Invites, wishing wells, menus, you name it. If it was wedding related and on paper, we sold it. Some of the customers we got were class act I can tell you.
The best/worst was a detailed consult with the bride and groom in regards to their invite design. Over the next two consults, I primarily dealt with the bride and her maid of honour together. After the last revision, the maid of honour came in to make a relatively major change, insisting that the bride wanted it that way. Idiot me made the change, and the order went to print.
Turns out the bride and her maid of honour had a falling out and the maid wanted to get back at her ex-friend. Apparently she had approached several of the wedding services acting as an agent of the bride and pretty much fucked the whole event over…
I have extensive experience as an events coordinator, including private events such as weddings.
Everyone was stunned in shock at first, but the ex fiancé was ultimately restrained by the groomsmen.
The worst I’ve personally witnessed had a grooms baby mama (and ex fiancé) come to the reception uninvited. She grabbed the wedding cake, chucked it at the newlyweds, and began screaming how he was a deadbeat dad while she grabbed table wine bottles that she smashed on the ground. Everyone was stunned in shock at first, but the ex fiancé was ultimately restrained by the groomsmen. We called the police, and she was charged with assault, assault with a weapon (from waving around a wine bottle and clocking a groomsman,) and destruction of private property (both from the couple and the venue.) What a charmer. In the end, the parents of the groom asked me to arrange a lovely (and secret) private dinner for the newlyweds and their bridal party to make up for the fiasco.
I had a mother in law zilla one time, who, after seeing and approving of the chairs that we provided, caused a scene of epic proportions after she decided that the chairs weren’t good enough anymore. The bride was sobbing by the end of it, being consoled by monster-in-law who simply kept telling her “it’ll be alright, even though everything is ruined by these GREEN chairs”.
It’ll be alright, even though everything is ruined by these GREEN chairs
My most recent bride was having what was obviously her second or third wedding. She kept trying to use everything for free, even though she had signed a very specific contract that stated what she could and could not do. She pitched a fit over that. Then, on the day of the wedding, she threw a nuclear meltdown fit when her bridesmaids got tired of taking photographs after three hours and went somewhere to get warm. She started screaming at the photographer that she was going to keep taking pictures and to hell with all of them.
I had a bride rent our facility for her “classy” wedding. She was a Bitch with a capital B. She refused to make eye contact with any staff member, got people’s attention by snapping her fingers at them, and made a complete and total fool of herself when she and her groom showed up plastered to the reception. A rumor had started to spread that she was pregnant, which is why they were getting married. She furiously denied this in a speech to everyone gathered at the wedding. The baby was born five months later, a healthy 10 lbs.
Not the official planner, but the Bridezilla pulled the ‘love card’ and demanded her Fiance rent a massive equestrian park, with stables, vast fields, riding rings and the whole 9 yards, as if the $20k diamond ring wasn’t enough. Only problem is, a massive rainstorm rolled in, and they only had one small building to cram into. Oh, and did I mention her several dogs? They all pissed and shat inside, all over the velvet carpet, one even shat while they were walking down the aisle.
I work as a Hotel Manager and we see bridezillas all the time.
The worst was when a bride was so upset that she couldn’t fit all of her bridesmaids on one shuttle back from the reception (they took two vans on a 10 minute trip back to the hotel and it only seats 12) that she tried to physically assault the driver.
He left her on the side of the road when she tried to bite him.
He left her on the side of the road when she tried to bite him.
The kicker? When the groom found out and came to get her- she was acting so crazy he went to pick her up with her parents and when they found her trudging back down the highway and heard her sh-tty attitude they left her there too.
My sister made me her maid of honour (we never talk, we grew up together but barely know each other, she never spoke to me in high school or while she was in university). She calls me one day, while im away for a debate tournament in university (so i’m a poor student at this point), and lets me know that “since her finace’s brother is getting him his wedding band, wouldn’t be so cute if i brought her HER wedding band?!?!?!” It wasn’t a question – she demanded it.
All of a sudden I’m “her sister”, meaning I guess that I have to do all these things that she’s seen in movies and in magazines. Plan this party, plan another party, help countless hours doing this, buy the dress she wants you to buy,etc. The best is that she let me know that “at least she was letting us choose how we were going to have our hair for the wedding – a lot of people don’t actually let their bridesmaids choose!” Thank god, imma right? So generous!
It was the tip of the iceberg, and it was allll awful. She went back to not talking to me ever after that, then she had a baby, and it was the same thing again.
I freelance as extra help and event management for a wedding Planner in Nashville. The worst wedding that we ever worked was a Persian wedding. The ceremony was held in a Bahai’i faith center, and the reception in was an hour away in a Jewish community center. All because the groom’s family was cheap as shit.
They decided not to pay the extra money to have full kitchen access, which meant that the kurdish Kabob caterers were getting hot water out the coffee machines. The Groom’s sister, who was a raging bitch face, according to the planner, and got in a car accident on the way to the reception. The bride and groom showed up at 10pm instead of 7pm. The wait staff was only contracted until 10pm, but thankfully were happy to stay and work with the wedding planning crew.
The invitations said 6pm, so all of the American invites showed up at 6pm and were waiting for the B&G for Four Hours! And we were given strict instructions to wait for the couple before we started serving food.
My boss asked me what my opinion of working with the family was. I told her that I wouldn’t recommend them to anybody.