"We're an hour away from when the ceremony is supposed to begin and have no chairs, no food, no staff, no water... Nothing."

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"I swear the woman ground her ass into my new FIL's crotch like she was a three-year veteran of the Vegas strip. And later that evening, she sought him out and gave him another one (albeit for very little time, because by then my dad was sticking to her like glue). Needless to say, her shenanigans did not make my new wife happy. Thankfully, her family was just as ploughed under as my own. But yeah."

"Later, we get the pictures back from him, and oh lord. Each photo was heavily touched up with AI to the point of looking like an AI-generated image. The groom's face didn't even look like his anymore. The bride was pissed, and so was everyone else, to be honest. 

We contacted him in hopes that he had the original photos. He said he did it because the lighting was bad, but I'm not terrible at photo editing, and anything is better than AI slop. Nope, he doesn't have them. I guess he overwrote them with this AI shit. 

Thankfully, some guests took their own photos, so we were able to ask them for their photos to fill the wedding album. Let's just say we are never going to trust him with anything important again. Biggest regret as the MOH. Some of them are so smooth they look like paintings. No sane person would want them staining their walls or wedding albums."

"The second one was a lot more batshit. My husband's family member was invited with a plus one and her daughter. She contacted my husband to say she was inviting a female friend as her plus one, and that friend also had a daughter who couldn't be left alone and didn't have a babysitter. So she asked if she could have this woman's daughter come, too. Whatever, sure. 

Then, her 6-year-old daughter told my husband that she really wanted to be a flower girl. We hadn't planned on having a flower girl, but she seemed so excited. So, I bought her a dress, and we got her a basket of flower petals to throw. 

Since I was getting ready with a few ladies (I didn't really have a wedding party; these were just friends), I invited my new flower girl and her mom to get ready with me, too. I was getting ready at an Airbnb near the venue, and my husband was getting ready with some of his friends at a different Airbnb nearby. My husband and I were coming back to the Airbnb I was getting ready at after the wedding. So, the flower girl and her mom show up, and the mom's friend and her daughter are tagging along, too. Whatever. They live three hours away, so I figure it would be hard for the friend and the friend's daughter to occupy themselves, so I just go with it. I should mention that although the flower girl and her mom live several hours away, the mom grew up in this area, and her own mom still lives here. 

We all get ready; I pay for everyone to get their make-up done, including this random friend and her daughter, because it felt awkward not to. The friend's daughter is dressed in a white flower girl's dress. Bizarre, but okay. As we are leaving, I realize I don't have a way to carry the Airbnb key, but the flower girl's mom says she will take it. This matters later. At the wedding, the friend's daughter has appointed herself the second flower girl. She runs up at the last minute with my flower girl and walks with her, throwing petals as they go. One of my friends comes up later and asks who the flower girls are. I tell her one is my husband's family member's daughter. We have no clue who the second one is. 

Anyway, at the end of the wedding, my husband and I are getting ready to go back to our Airbnb, and I mention that the flower girl's mom has the key to our place. He goes to retrieve it and comes back looking confused. He says, 'She says she's coming back with us.' Um, what? She told my husband that 'the plan' was that she, her friend, and their daughters were coming back to our Airbnb to spend our wedding night with us! I paused for about five seconds before I said, 'Absolutely not!' And my husband got his senses about him enough to realize this was fucking unbelievable and went to tell her that she was not spending our wedding night with us. She cried, said we were throwing her and her daughter out on the street. He told her to stay at her mom's, and she said she couldn't because her mom wasn't expecting her (neither were we!). 

My husband offered to pay for a hotel room for them, but then she said a single hotel room wasn't enough for all four of them (but apparently our Airbnb was enough for six of us). So, my husband paid for two hotel rooms for them. She started calling my husband repeatedly, beginning at 7 a.m. the day after our wedding, we think, because she wanted to stay at the hotel longer. We ignored her and haven't taken her calls since. We also found out afterwards that she stole a wedding card from the reception. We are pretty easy-going people, but this really tested our limits. We have ended any relationship with her. It was just too much."

"Fast forward to the reception. About an hour into that, my brother played a video for everyone, revealing that they had gotten married in a courthouse two years prior. For some strange reason, they never told anyone. We were all just finding out. They didn't have a good reason why. They just said, 'We woke up that day and decided to get married.' People were incredibly confused. Older people in the room were asking people what was going on. It all happened so fast.

Later, my brother's wife asked my parents what they thought of the 'wedding,' and they both said, 'Well, it was really nice...but we would have liked to know it wasn't a real wedding beforehand.' The bride FREAKED and basically threw a tantrum right there in front of everyone. Stuff got ugly. My brother yelled at them, calling them the ones who ruined the whole evening. A lot of people frankly left after the big reveal. You could tell that it made EVERYONE uncomfortable. 

My parents apologized a week later for what they said at the wedding, but they told my brother that they were still upset that they had been lied to for two years. My brother is currently barely speaking to them because he claims they 'did nothing wrong' and 'people are wrong to be angry about it.' My brother might be a narcassist, BTW. This opened my eyes to that."

"The ceremony is mysteriously delayed, and then the wedding finally happens as normal. And then we filed into a room with white tablecloths and nametags, waiting for our ziti or chicken or whatever, except…it never came. At some point, someone brought out a single crockpot of meatballs, which the grandparents quickly ate as the guests grew drunker, hungrier, and more confused. 

People kept drinking and getting increasingly wild. Remember, we are in the woods where we cannot order pizza, hit a drive-thru, or eat out of our own kitchens. At the end of the night, girls were puking, boys were fighting, and if someone had shown up with a loaf of white bread, they could have sold it for $500. The couple divorced three years later."

"I called my fiancé, and he confronted his mom, and she said she was 'doing me a favor' because peonies are 'too trendy' and lilies are 'classic and elegant' and she 'just wanted to help.' HELP?? By changing MY flowers without telling me?? The florist is being super understanding and switching everything back, but I am so furious I can't see straight. My fiancé is on my side, but his mom is acting like I'm overreacting."

"One thing to note here: Our catering team wasn't just responsible for food. They supplied the tables and chairs for the ceremony and reception, linens, cups, plates, bar tables... pretty much everything. I start calling a few people at the company to get an ETA. I can't get through to anyone. I finally call the restaurant that the catering company has. The teenager who picks up has no idea what I'm talking about, but says he'll get back to me ASAP. Okay, fine. Another 15 minutes go by. Silence. I call the restaurant back. 'Anything?' I ask. 'Nope,' says the teen. 'I can't get in contact with anyone either.'

A few minutes later, I get a call from Susan, the woman from the catering company with whom I've been working for 15 months. 'Hi Susan, how are you?' 'Well, honestly? Not great.' Susan then explains to me that they somehow wrote my wedding date as May 25, 2025, instead of the correct date of May 24, 2025. She says everyone is scrambling to figure out how to get food, chairs, tables, etc., over to the venue as quickly as possible. 

Somehow, I remain calm. I'm five minutes from the venue, so I text my bridesmaids about the situation and just take deep breaths. We're an hour away from when the ceremony is supposed to begin and have no chairs, no food, no staff, no water... Nothing. 

Here's everything that happened in that next hour: My bridesmaids found a winery close by that felt so bad for us, they let us borrow 40 chairs for the ceremony for free so we could start at 5:30. My dad drove in his pickup truck to pick them up, and my entire family helped set up the chairs (and take them down after the ceremony!). We convinced the violinist to stay an extra half hour to cover the ceremony (she was, of course, paid). My bridesmaids found an umbrella at the venue, flipped it upside down, filled it with ice that our groomsmen bought from a nearby liquor store, and made it a makeshift cooler for drinks. We supplied our own alcohol, so guests could grab a beer while they waited for the ceremony to begin. 

The ceremony began with only a 30-minute delay, but here's everything else that we missed out on: I lost 30 minutes of my wedding by starting at 5:30 instead of 5 p.m. My dad missed an hour of his daughter's wedding dealing with the chairs. I got dressed by myself because everyone was handling things for me (no pics during this time either, so I don't have any pics with my family or bridesmaids pre-ceremony). We had paper napkins instead of my gorgeous twill blue linen napkins, and white tablecloths instead of the color I picked. Plastic cups for drinks and champagne toasts. We used this massive carving knife to cut the cake instead of the ornate cake-cutting set I ordered through the caterers. We only had a fourth of the passed apps I paid for (I was SO excited for the bacon-wrapped scallops). There were no high-top tables or chairs for cocktail hour. Only three attendants came instead of the five I paid for. 

But you know what? I honestly wouldn't have changed a thing. My family and friends stepped up so completely and totally that I was in tears, not from the stress but from the love I felt for everyone. A few people asked me throughout the day why I was so calm and seemed so relaxed about the whole situation. I realized that having everyone I loved in one place on the day I was going to marry the love of my life was all I ever needed. If worst came to worst, we'd order pizzas and eat standing up while giving toasts with beer cans, and we'd have an absolute blast. 

Oh, and I negotiated a 75% refund from the caterer, so...not so bad after all."

"This guy got married himself less than a year ago (I know him and his wife relatively well and would call them semi-close friends), and I genuinely did not expect him to give such an icky, humiliating type of speech. His wife was filming the whole thing, laughing. I later found out she had 'proofread' the speech for him. I felt so disrespected by the whole thing. I decided to push down my feelings for the rest of the night and focus on all the other positives in my otherwise perfect day. 

I asked my husband the next day how he felt about the speech, and he said it didn't offend him. He found it funny. I didn't want to ruin the post-wedding glow we were feeling, so I lightly expressed that I thought it was a bit of a hot mess. Here I am, a few weeks later, back at work, and I guess experiencing the 'post-wedding blues.' I've been reflecting on how beautiful and perfect everything was, apart from that damn speech, which made me feel so embarrassed and, quite frankly, hurt. Part of me wants to never invite the best man and his wife to our house again."

"For the rest of the cocktail hour, she is telling everyone, so it is just spreading like wildfire, and all of his side is talking about that. (Not sure that it makes much of a difference, but we really are not even close with S, and they live states away.) At one point later in the reception, my husband and half of his side are outside Facetiming a family friend who could not make it, or even be bothered to RSVP, to tell him that S is pregnant. My work friends who have never met any of them also heard about S's pregnancy. The only people that hadn't were my co-maid of honors (sister and best friend) and my other best friend, who officiated the wedding — the only people who would have been openly appalled. Upon telling them at the end of the night, assuming they knew, my sister's boyfriend said, 'I'm a man, and even I know that's fucked up.' 

A few details that are the cherry on top… She was five or six weeks pregnant, so she really shouldn't be telling ANYONE, especially since she has some potential issues in this area already. Also, once we are finally home and opening presents, one of their wedding gifts to us is matching mugs that say, 'Promoted to uncle/aunt est. 2026.' Obviously, it was all very premeditated. Not to mention we have three nieces, and have been an aunt and uncle for nearly a decade. Albeit they are my sister's children, I guess they really don't count in his family's eyes, even though he adores them and they adore him. They aren't his blood, so fuck us, I guess? 

Anyway! It was a fun night for sure. Not sure when I'll feel like talking to any of them again, but somehow I kept my shit together all night, and they don't even know how fucked up that was, I guess! Fun."

"She was meant to welcome everyone before one of the family members of the groom came up to do an opening prayer. But by now you should know that's not what happened. She starts talking about the happy couple, but calls the groom the wrong name. Okay, whatever, he has a kinda unique name; it happens. But the name that she calls him, I kid you not, is the name of the bride's ex-husband. I will say at least the ex-husband's name is technically in the groom's actual name, but absolutely no one refers to him as that. Imagine you're named 'Gilbert' but everyone calls you 'Gill,' and 'Bert' just so happens to be the name of your wife's ex-husband. 

Anyway, we try to correct her quietly, but she doesn't seem to hear us. Then she makes the mistake again. The groom is getting mad, so we correct her at a higher speaking volume. Y'all, she does this THREE TIMES. The third time, most of the wedding guests yelled out the correct name. 

We think the worst of it is over, but no, it's just begun. As I listened to what she was saying, I picked up on A LOT of AI language, and since I could kind of see the book she was reading from where I was sitting, I could see that some of the pages were handwritten while others were printed. She started giving us a history lesson about the place they were getting married at some point during her speech, and at that point, I knew it was ChatGPT. I was more or less like, 'Whatever, it's just the welcome. The prayer will be soon, and then we can put this behind us.' Yeah, the prayer never came. She skipped right to the vows. Literally everything that we practiced went out the window. 

The bride is trying SO hard to calm the groom down, but it's clear she's also pissed and just attempting to salvage this. They do their vows, and they're beautiful, no complaints. But as they're like midway through, I am approached from behind and told, 'You're up after the vows. Just try to get up on stage as quickly as possible so that she can't start talking again.' What a day to be the primary source of entertainment, aye? I try my best to do that, but I'm literally shaking with anxiety since I didn't have any time to cool my nerves beforehand. 

I fucked up like eight ways to Sunday while playing, but it didn't seem like anyone noticed since people still came up and complimented me after. That, or they were just nice enough not to mention it. And now I'm like, 'Phew. Okay. Time for all the other family members to do their scripture reading we practiced, and we're done.' You already know that didn't happen. She skips all the way to THE EXCHANGE OF THE RINGS! The SECOND TO LAST THING IN THE PROGRAM. The bride is the one that looks like she's about to explode now, but the groom is comforting her. 

We're finally able to make it through, but, of course, everyone's upset. Especially the bride and groom. Some family members that were meant to do readings and prayers were complaining or crying a little. And yeah, the officiant was nowhere to be seen once the ceremony concluded. I'm pretty sure I didn't even see her walk out. But knowing the couple, I'm 120% sure the bride, groom, or both tore into her."

"Fast forward to a month and a half before the wedding. Stacy tells me she's not sure she can come anymore because of how she might be feeling in her pregnancy. Totally fine – her call. I told her I support whatever decision she makes, but we did need final numbers soon. She said, 'Okay, I'm probably not coming, but my sister can still go. She will represent us.' I had to tell her straight-up that her sister was never on the original guest list. I don't know her that well, and she won't know anyone, and I don't feel comfortable having her there by herself. So I told Stacy I'm going to put all three of them as a no. And now Stacy doesn't talk to me anymore. How did we go from a simple guest swap to 'my sister is going in our place to represent us' to cutting contact? The audacity is wild."

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