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I got married in August 2004, after a 2 year engagement to the most wonderful man God ever put on this earth. I love his family, too, even his mother, despite the behavior I am about to relate.

            I’ll call her Colleen.  Colleen is generally a very nice woman. Let me preface with that. She likes me and we get along well. She was excited to hear that her son and I were engaged and since my mother lives 1200 miles away, I was grateful that she was so interested in helping with the planning. The thing is, she is one of 9 children (9 still living, 11 total) and is very close with her sisters especially. They all live at least a few states away, and they all have husbands and children of their own and some grandchildren. She understandably wanted to invite each and every one of them to the wedding. My family is small; I have one sister, one aunt, one uncle, and one cousin, and one grandmother. My father lives on $600 a month permanent disability payments from social security. My mom makes slightly more than minimum wage. Needless to say, my parents could not afford a wedding to accommodate this many people. My fiancé works retail making very little money, and I just graduated from law school but was still searching for a job. 

From the outset, I expressed my concern to Colleen that there was no way we could pay for a wedding that big. I jokingly suggested beans and weenies and a keg or two. Repeatedly I expressed this concern when hearing her suggestions for the who what and where of the reception, and repeatedly, Colleen said “Don’t worry about it. It will work out. We’ll work it out.”  I took this to mean that, while my mother, myself, and my fiancé would contribute, she was planning to pay for these things she wanted that we couldn’t afford. She as much as said it, by saying “Don’t worry, he’s my baby boy, I’ll see to it that this wedding is wonderful.”  I suggested a cocktail/appetizer deli tray type of reception and she said “I’ll not have that! My SISTERS, my whole family is coming!” OK. Full dinner buffet it is.

We decided to have the ceremony in his parent’s yard with a reception at the local Elk’s club. Colleen went nuts landscaping. She planted tons of flowers, repainted everything that could be painted, added a new walk way, etc., did a ton of work, with which my fiancé and I helped each weekend. I kept telling her that their property was so beautiful the way it was and it wasn’t really necessary to do all this, but she insisted. In the meantime, my mom bought my dress, my fiancé and I ordered and paid for the invitations and secured and paid a deposit on the photographer. Colleen paid for the cake, paid the deposit on the hall and bought some material to make me some beautiful napkins. So far so good, right?

Of course, the biggest expense is the catering. It was working out to cost around $800, which I know is cheap in “wedding land” but still more money than I or my family had. Again, I was told don’t worry about it. We planned an open bar. “Don’t worry!”  Got a professional DJ. “Don’t worry about it!”  Cut to 2 weeks before the wedding. Colleen decides to have a brand new car port installed at her house to the tune of $1200, which my fiancé tells me was to impress her sisters, 2 of whom drive Cadillacs.

The next thing we hear from her is “so, who’s paying for all this wedding stuff?”  I was hysterical, though not to her face because I didn’t want to seem greedy. The closer it got the more I panicked. At one point, Colleen said that my dad needed to “get off his ass and pay for some of this.”  HELLO??  He lives on $600 a month!! She makes twice that in one paycheck..

In the meantime, Gina, a good friend of my mother’s made our centerpieces, free of charge, as her gift to us. They were gorgeous and we were complimented by many people as to their beauty. Gina also decorated the hall, along with some of Colleen’s work friends, and her touches made the difference between “nice” and “elegant”. Colleen, however, didn’t like Gina’s “butting in” and treated her very rudely and said that the centerpieces were “ho-hum”. Probably because we didn’t go with her idea of vases with marbles in them.

Cut to the morning of the wedding. My mom, me, my sister and my bridesmaids are at a hotel. Mom, sis, and I share a room. We are awakened at 8 a.m by the ringing phone. It is Colleen. She demands that my mother get to her house immediately to make the barbecued chicken wings (we did our own appetizers).  My mom went. The ceremony was to be at 3:00. The bridesmaids got dressed. The hair dresser (friend of mine, did their hair very cheaply as a gift for me) got there at eleven and did everyone’s hair. It is 1:00 now. I am still in my pajamas, because I refuse to get ready without my mother. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be? The bride’s mother helping her daughter get ready on her wedding day? Apparently, Colleen didn’t care. She completely treated my mom like she was just another person, not the MOB. The others finally convinced me to get in the shower and get dressed around two. 

My mom finally got back at about 2:30, as my hair was getting done. My poor mother didn’t even have time to get a shower. I asked what was going on at the house, and she said well, I’ve been making appetizers while Colleen has been getting dressed and getting her hair done.  Mom only had time enough for a very quick hair styling and to get dressed… no shower, minimal makeup. In the pictures, she looks so tired and worn and not at all like a MOB. I will never forgive Colleen for ruining my wedding day for my mother. She is normally so nice and I have no idea what made her act like that to my mom. I forgot to mention, my mom was recovering from a broken ankle and was about to have back surgery at the time!

In the end, the guest list came to 35 on my side, 80 on Colleen’s. My mom, my fiancé and I paid for the caterer, the hall, the photographer, the rental of the dishes, silverware, and glasses, the officiant’s gift and the flowers. Thank goodness we got a lot of cash gifts, because we had to use most of it to pay for the open bar. Our honeymoon was 3 days in Pittsburgh, the nearest city to our hometown. We stayed at a Best Western. Wa-hoo.

To top it all off, Colleen recently said to me, about mom’s friend Gina, “Who did she think she was, coming in there and decorating? She’s nobody, she’s not FAMILY!” As if Colleen’s friends from work were.

Ok, I’ve never griped about all this to anybody, and it feels good to get it off my chest. I have a good relationship with Colleen, but I’ll never forget all this.


The first part of this story could go under the Wicked Witches of the Wedding category .. the last part, I'm not sure.  I kind of got would up once I started.  :)   My MIL and I got along just fine until she realized that her son and I were serious about each other .. then suddenly I became, in her eyes, the right hand of Satan.  We were very young, and looking back on it, I can understand her freaking out about our being so serious, so young.  As long as I live, however, I will never be able to understand the rest of her bizarre behavior.   

We were in our teens when we announced that we wished to marry after DH got out of college.  "Claudette" freaked and had several discussions with him about how he was too young and had not "played the field" enough to know what he wanted.  OK, fair point, only she had made a habit of telling DH what he wanted his entire life.   When he was unpacking his bags in his dorm room, he found a gigantic box of condoms she had bought and stashed for him in his luggage.     

Fast forward several years, and countless episodes of weird and annoying behavior. DH and I are planning our small wedding.  Neither of our families are wealthy, and DH and I were paying for the whole thing ourselves.  At my mother's insistence, we asked Claudette if she wished to help, so as not to leave her out.  She left no doubt that she had no interest in the proceedings.  OK .. no problem.  Our tastes are not compatible anyway, so this was probably for the best.    I did ask her one favor (in hindsight, very foolishly) .. I asked her to address and mail the invitations to her aunts in a neighboring state.  I have some modest artistic and calligraphic talent, so to save money (and for fun) I had handmade and scripted our few invitations.  I had already put  postage on them; all she needed to do was fill out the envelopes and put them in the mailbox.  

I should have known something when NONE of his out-of-state relatives showed up, despite sending us some lovely gifts.   DH was devastated and my heart ached for him.   Despite that, the wedding went off beautifully and we didn't even have to use our bouncers.  (Side note:  our reverend was familiar with the situation, and when we asked him about possible disruptions during the ceremony, he suggested that we quietly designate a couple of family members as "bouncers" and have them ready to escort Claudette out if she started anything.  We took his suggestion but fortunately, she behaved herself during the ceremony.)    

After the ceremony, my sisters and I were talking in the hall near the kitchen of the church.  DH had gone into the kitchen, and we heard him greet Claudette: "Well, Mother?"  She replied coldly, "Well WHAT?"  He gamely continued, "What did you think?"  Claudette:  "You got married.  Was I supposed to JUMP for JOY?"  My sisters immediately began to fuss over me, but all I could do was laugh.  DH walked out shaking his head.     We found out much later (YEARS later) that the relatives had never received their invitations.  All they'd got was a series of impatient phone calls from Claudette saying that we weren't sending invitations, but that we wanted presents anyway.  I could have throttled her, and kicked myself for entrusting the invitations to her, as NOTHING could have been further from the truth.  I was looking so forward to my family meeting DH's great-aunts, who are a wonderful (and understanding) group of ladies.  I have never figured out how much damage was done or how best to repair it.   

About a year later, DH and I found a great deal and bought our first house.   This was a big deal as we were the first in either family to do so.  We didn't have much, but we spent many happy hours planning how we would decorate and the furniture we would buy.  A couple of months after we moved in, Claudette showed up while I was at work with a trunkful of fabric scraps and leftover paint.  DH met her at the door (since she never visited, he was a little wary).  She cheerfully advised him that she was there to decorate!  Just like this was some long-standing arrangement!  He got rid of her, but not before having to explain why it was rude to assume you could come and decorate somebody else's house w/o their permission or so much as a by-your-leave.   He told me later that her chosen colors looked like the Easter bunny had exploded in her car.  (DH and I aren't pastel people, as Claudette was well aware.)   

Years passed, and we entered into sort of a tentative peace with Claudette, mainly involving taking her in small doses, for the sake of DH and his father and brother.  The final straw came six years into our marriage, when Claudette threw DH's 15-year-old brother out of her house over some minor infraction.   We arranged to have him stay with us, and cut ties with Claudette.  We have not voluntarily seen or spoken to her in the past 7 years.    

Then, last month on DH's birthday, we get a call from Claudette.  (How she got my cell phone number is another entry into EHell, but as this one implicates my otherwise saintly mother, we will let it slide.)  Claudette spoke real big to me, just as friendly as you could imagine, wondering if I remembered some minor accident she'd had 10 years before.  I didn't, so she got down to the real purpose for the call; she wanted to speak to DH.  Her attitude was as if she had just been talking to him the day before and wanted to continue the conversation.  I looked at him and he shook his head fervently.  I advised her that he didn't wish to speak to her .. she wondered aloud what in the WORLD she had EVER done to make him not want to talk to her, and didn't I think we should just meet and talk about it all and move on?  I said, quietly, "Claudette, we HAVE moved on."  Then she got ugly, reminded me of what the Bible says about how to behave, snarkily wished us a "nice life" and hung up.  When I looked at my cell phone display, I was shocked and amused to see that it was flashing "666".  (The Biblical Mark of the Beast).    



Let me begin this story by stating that my mother is an alcoholic, and this is no secret to any of my relatives or family friends. I have (with the help of Al Anon) realized that this isn't my fault, and while I am often ashamed FOR her, I try not to get to ashamed on my own accord. My friends understand the situation, so does everyone else, it's her problem.

Leading up to my wedding (200+ people, formal Catholic ceremony, lavish reception) it was no secret that I began to worry that my mom would drink too much and pull something outrageous. She's got a reputation for this, so it was a valid concern. Unbeknownst to me, my little brother (barely 19 at the time, but mom's favorite) pulled her aside and threatened her. If she got drunk and ruined her only daughter's only wedding, he said, he'd never forgive her. Mom promised to be on her best behavior. All I knew was that my baby brother assured me that mom would be cool, and I trusted him, so that was one worry laid to rest.

Fast forward to the wedding. My maid of honor knows how crazy things are (which is several other loooong stories). Having been my best friend since age 11, she knows how my mom is. She hides from me the fact that my mom finished all the champagne in the limo after we arrived at the church. At the reception, things are getting going. I'm dashing about, putting out fires (figuratively speaking) and trying to greet everyone and introduce my new husband to people he's never met before and I barely know, like my dad's first boss. I notice that I'm not seeing much of my mom, but no commotion means no problems, so I don't stress.

After a lovely day and evening, despite the various wacky snafus, we retired to our hotel, and went on our honeymoon. I mentioned many times over the following months how pleased I was that my mother had stayed sober for my big day. It wasn't until I'd been married for a year and a half that I found out that she had been tanked before arriving at the reception site, at 4:30 in the afternoon. My brother, in between fulfilling his duties as a groom's man and brother of the bride, was keeping my mom under control, forcing her outside whenever she started getting belligerent and attempting to keep her drinking to a minimum despite her threats.

If it wasn't for the best brother in the world, my wedding day would have been very difficult. My husband, who normally intercedes and protects me from her drunken tirades, was able to relax and enjoy our special occasion, as was I. I still don't understand why any mother would be willing to make her children so unhappy when a few hours of abstention would make all the difference, but I no longer try. But for this stunt, I think she deserves a Momster plaque!

As for us? Well, almost four years later, my husband and I are doing wonderfully. My little brother has grown in to a great man, and he remains very close to my husband and I. He's got a lovely girlfriend, whom I adore, and I pray that if they eventually tie the knot that I'll be able to repay his good deeds and ensure that their big day goes smoothly! If not, well, you'll hear about it!

PS More on all of our other problems under Oops, Bridal Showers, and many other places. Thanks for keeping up this wonderful site, Jeanne!



My fiancé and I had been together for over five years before we got married. Neither one of us had spoken to his mother at that point for about four years, personal reasons. We made it very clear to his family that she was not invited. So, of course, as we were announced husband and wife, I turned around to see the devil incarnate standing up all alone and clapping and "raising the roof". As if that wasn't bad enough, she actually had the gall to try and get in some of the pictures. She tells me, "Well, I am the groom's mother!", to which I promptly replied, "Okay, but you also were not invited!!!"

    Needless to say, she stuck around the rest of the evening being rude to the other guests. She was telling everyone that we weren't going to make it past the first year, that our babies better look like him or else they would be destined to be alone forever, or, my favorite, I should be grateful to her for such a fabulous job she did raising my husband. At this point my husband, quite drunk by now, grabbed his mother and asked her to leave. When she started making a scene about it, he simply threw her out and asked security to make sure she stayed away. Not to anyone's surprise, she spent the rest of the night in a holding cell.



It is one day until my son's wedding. We are having the rehearsal dinner today, which the parents of the Bride refuse to attend because we didn't pay for any part of the wedding. Let me tell you why.

About 6 months ago, my husband's father died and since he didn't leave any money or life insurance to my mother in law, she needed to sell her house to be able to live and pay bills. So my husband, being self employed, turns down work and works on his mom's house to get it ready for sale. My mother in law borrows money from her brother to buy an older mobile home in a park for her to live in. We spent 3 months getting the house ready for sale. A buyer has it inspected and turns out the house has dryrot and beetles in most the beams holding the house up and the flooring. This took about a month to fix. In all that time we had no income. Our truck was repo'ed and the bank was getting ready to foreclose on our house! Our phones were shut off and we owed 1200 to PUD, let alone all out other bills. My mother in law paid us 10,000 when the house sold but that was to get us caught up on our bills. After paying all our bills up to date we had $200.00 left. We are back to working for a living but are flat broke.

My son understood our situation. He and his bride had planned to get married at the court house and have a celebration on their one year anniversary. The MOB hears this and decided to pay for a wedding. But the kids had to change the date of the wedding and work it all around the MOB's family reunion. We, (parents of the groom) are told that we can only invite immediate family members. We invited 15 and all are attending. The MOB is inviting everyone she wants since she is paying for the wedding. There has been no communication at all. I have called several times to talk to the MOB but she wouldn't call me back. I've left messages about the dinner, no response! Finally I get in touch with her 4 days before the wedding all I hear about is how much she is paying. I explain our situation, which my son has already done. She doesn't care. We did however pay for the kids wedding and engagement rings. I have no idea what is happening at the wedding or what has been chosen for anything. I found out that there is another celebration that is happening at the MOB's house after the reception. She invited us during our conversation, 4 days before the wedding. An (oh by the way) invite. I also found out in that conversation that she is wearing a ball gown to the wedding. It's a noon time wedding! I had already bought a tasteful knee length skirt suit. So I went out and bought a new, beautiful gown 3 days before the wedding and returned the suit.

When I ask the bride or my son about the wedding, they don't want to talk about it at all. They are not happy about how the MOB has taken over everything and they haven't been able to do what they want. They argue with the MOB about the wedding all the time and the kids just want to forget about it when they are away from her. I've tried to go with the flow on every thing but I feel a little scared about what the wedding will turn out like not knowing what's happening.

I feel that although I'm just the MOG some common courtesy should have been exorcised here. I'm hurt at the treatment that has been extended to us but have kept my mouth shut in order to keep the peace for my son and his bride's sake. I am afraid that we will be made to feel like second class citizens at my own son's wedding. I truly wish the kids had just done what they intended to do. At least then, in a year from now, we would have been able to help pay for the celebration and then it would be an even footing and we could have had more family from our side and not made to feel this way. I am praying for wisdom and a guard on my mouth during the wedding and reception. For those reading that are the MOB or the Groom or Bride, I hope you keep my story in mind while planning your wedding. Maybe you can avoid putting a wedge in the soon to be in-laws relationship with the new family by showing some decency to the Groom's family. If you are the MOB and are acting like this one, I hope you choke on the wedding cake!



I've been hooked on this site since I first stumble upon it and had to share an interesting story from a wedding I was recently a bridesmaid in. The bride and I have been friends for years and I flew down to attend the wedding. I hadn't seen her father in years and looked forward to seeing him.

Everything was going fine (except for the BM not showing up for the rehearsal or dinner, big fat loser he was) until the actual wedding day. The wedding was taking place at a country club where the groom worked. The bride and the bridesmaids were taking a limo to the club while the FOB was driving to the club in his own car, since he was bringing the couple's dog who would be taking pictures with them, and then he would be taking the dog back home. The FOB is nervous and keeps telling the bridesmaids how beautiful we look and chatting with everyone while he's supposed to be getting ready. The bride has asked her father several times if he knows how to get to the club. He assures her that he does and shoos us away. The MOB and her stepfather are following the limo as they are from out of town, just like the FOB. 

On the way to the club, the bride gets a call on her cell phone from her dad. And he starting SCREAMING at her, saying that we left him and he didn't know how to get to the club! This is after the bride asked him SEVERAL times if he knew where he was going! The FOB is a major drama queen (as I'm sure you've figured out by now) and is ranting and raving at THE BRIDE on her wedding day! Being the level headed girl she is, she gives the phone to one of the other bridesmaids and we're trying to get her to calm down and not be upset, although we can't believe he's acting this way. Later on, the bridesmaid who was on the phone with the FOB tells us that the FOB thought he was still talking to his daughter and it's a good thing he wasn't because he was RANTING AND RAVING at THE BRIDE for leaving him! Then he proceeds to say he's not coming to the wedding! His only child is getting married and he's saying he's going back to his home state and not walking her down the aisle! He then hangs up and we can't get a good signal so we don't know what he's doing.

We finally get to club. We tell the bride to go upstairs and get ready. The MOH is trying to get to the FOB on the phone and has to spend almost 45 min COAXING him to show up. It was ridiculous! I had never heard of such a thing! Finally, she gets him to calm down by basically lying through her teeth and making it seem that the limo driver assumed that the FOB was right behind us when we first left and there must have been some misunderstanding! That seems to make him feel better so he gets in his car and manages to find the club with about 15 minutes to spare before the ceremony. The MOH, another bridesmaid and myself greet him at his car, basically to make sure he doesn't pull another tantrum. He apologizes, tells us again how beautiful we look, and tells us his nerves got the best of him. He's so lucky the MOH is so level headed because I would have tore him a new one!

The FOB greets the bride (after we had stalled for almost an hour, telling her he was on his way when we weren't' sure where he was at all) and although she's pissed, she puts it past her (The FOB is notorious for this type of behavior, so I don't think the bride was all that surprised). The MOB was pissed off though, I'm sure the bride's stepfather would have gladly stepped in if needed. The ceremony went off without a hitch and although he rambled a bit during his speech to the new couple (and spoke twice), the FOB was on his best behavior during the rest of the wedding and reception. Great guy, loves his daughter to death, but what a DRAMA QUEEN!


Dear Jeanne,  

 I just love your sight and have gotten absolutely nothing done since I found it.  I just had to submit the story of my younger brother's wedding and the horrible way our mother acted.   First some background information.  

Our parents divorced when my younger brother and myself were still teenagers, and it was quite a messy hostile affair.  My brother and I both chose to live with our father, because our mother was quite hateful and manipulative.   A few years pass, and I get married for the first time.  My mother decided she has to have everyone she has ever met attend my wedding, and when we try to get her to narrow down her guest list, she claims that since my father's side of the family is so large, she's allowed more friends.  She then goes on to explain that she had given a great many of these friends present for their children's graduations and weddings, and they needed to "pay her back."  So she basically used my wedding as a "payback" event for her friends.   

After all this goes on, I get divorced a few years later.  Since our family is Catholic, this does not sit well with my mother, never mind the fact that she herself is now divorced.  Her antics and lack of etiquette at my first wedding were a good preview of what my younger brother would have to deal with when his own wedding rolled around.   

A few more years go by, and my younger brother meets and falls in love with a wonderful, beautiful young lady.  She certainly was everything I hoped my younger brother would find in the person he chose to spend his life with.  He proposes, and we enter our own special circle of hell.   Since the bride's parents have offered to foot the cost of the entire event, so long as my parents provide the rehearsal dinner costs, planning takes on a huge form.  The bride, in order to begin a strong relationship with her soon to be husbands only sibling, asks me to be one of her bridesmaids.  I am very touched at this.  By this point, I am very seriously involved with a young man who I end up becoming engaged to about six months before my brother's wedding.  My younger brother asks my intended to be one of his groomsmen, and we are both thrilled to take part in their special day, and ask them to participate in our wedding in the same fashion.   

Guest lists are drawn up.  The brides parents, while realizing and being okay with the fact that my father is one of 16 children, and that there is no way to avoid a huge wedding, do ask that the friend lists be kept to a minimum.  They would much rather have family only at the wedding before inviting friends.  My father is totally understanding of this (after all, he did pay for my first wedding and knows how expensive it can be!), and offers to just keep his list to his side of the family.  Our mother, on the other hand, is adamant that she should be allowed to invite as many people as my father, despite the fact that for her to have that many guests would make the percentage of her friends at the wedding 75%.  We all try to reason with her.  We try telling her that the bride's parents are paying for the wedding, and while some friends are okay to invite, not everyone she has ever known.  We try explaining to her that she is not contributing anything to the wedding.  

My brother and his wife to be finally get frustrated, and decide that the easiest way to nip this in the bud is to just give my mother a certain amount of wedding invitations and tell her that's it.   My brother and his wife very kindly invite my fiancée's parents to the wedding.  I thought this was a very kind gesture on their parts, and when I told them it wasn't exactly necessary, they point out that its a good time for my soon to be in laws to meet our family.  My IL's are very touched by the gesture, and I have to endure several phone calls of "What should I get them for a gift" before the wedding happens.   

Our mother, unknown to us, decides to get the upper hand by XEROXING WEDDING INVITATIONS!  I find out when the bride shows up at my and my fiancée's apartment one evening, sobbing hysterically.  I finally get her to calm down and tell me what happened.  I am livid.  I ask her how many invitations have been Xeroxed and sent out, and she says she has no idea.  I ask her how much a plate is at the wedding reception, and she calls her parents and asks.  I then call my mother and tell her under so uncertain terms that what she did was very wrong, and now she has possibly ruined the wedding for my brother and his future wife.  I explain to her that there are only a certain amount of people allowed in the room that the reception is being held in, and that because of what she did, the reception may be called off due to fire codes.  I then tell her that if anyone she has invited without the bride's mother and father's agreeing to, she will pay the amount of the dinner for each and every person.  She tries to worm her way out of it by saying she just wants to have people there to talk to.  I tell her that my brother's wedding is not about her or what she wants, but about my brother and his wife to be's wedding and their life together.  I tell her that if she pulls anything like this again, or if the reception is ruined because of her actions, she can count on me saying I no longer have a mother.   

The month left until the wedding is a tense one, understandably.  The whole month, I hear from my mother again and again about how unfair it is that she can't invite as many people as she wants, and how my brother shouldn't even be marrying "that girl" because she's not Catholic.  Which generally turns into an argument between the two of us because my fiancé is not catholic.   

The day of the wedding arrives.  I show up at the wedding/reception site early in order to have my hair and make up done by the beautician the bride's mother has thoughtfully hired for the day.  I apologize to the bride's mother for my own mother's actions, and she tells me that they have security ready to go in case they need to remove any Xerox invited guests.   The wedding goes off without a hitch, aside from starting a few minutes late.  It is absolutely beautiful, and there is a bagpipe playing during the processional.  I held my breath when the minister asked for any objections, and wondered why my brother and his now wife did not take that out of the wedding ceremony.   

Fortunately, none of the Xerox invited guests show.  The reception is lovely, and the brides parents once again were thoughtful enough to make sure the waitstaff knew to let the bridal party go through the buffet first.   After dinner, and before the toasts, my fiancé and I take his parents around the room, introducing them to members of my family.  My mother, upon meeting my soon to be in-laws decides its the perfect time to talk about my first wedding years ago!  I was incredibly angry.  My In-laws are well aware that I had been married before, and know why I left, but I still did not believe that my brother's wedding was the time to talk about my first wedding.  Especially not to the parents of my fiancé!  Angry is an understatement of how I feel at this point.  But, I let it go until later, because I do not want to do anything to ruin my brother's big day.   

My  mother then decided to introduce my fiancé and myself to a few of her friends that were invited to the wedding.  Instead of saying daughter, my mother proceeds to introduce me using the words "My adopted daughter".  My brother and I were both adopted at birth, and while we have no shame in this, and we're actually proud of it, our father at least does not parade the fact around when he first introduces us to someone.  I was very hurt by her wording, and was grateful when the DJ announces its time to give a toast.   My brother and his wife had asked me before had to toast them at their wedding.  I had happily agreed.  I give my toast, telling the story about how disappointed I was I got a younger brother all those years ago, when I really wanted a sister, but he turned out okay, and I love him very much, which makes the room roar with laughter.  I then say that because I got a brother all those years ago, I now I have a sister, and welcome the bride into our family.  She's moved to tears, as are her parents and a great number of the guests.  Imagine my shock and hurt when my future In laws told me that during my toast, my mother was too busy shoveling food into her mouth to even listen.   Fortunately, nothing horrible happened on my brother's wedding day, and he and his wife are still very happy and even more in love.  After everything that happened with our mother, my fiancé and I decided to just run off to Las Vegas for our own wedding nine months later.  I think you can imagine my relief that my mother pleaded poverty and did not fly out!


My husband and I got married in our backyard in September of 2000.  The night before our wedding, one of my husband's sisters said, "If you need any help with preparations tomorrow give me a call and I'll be over."  I told her thanks and I'd let her know.  When I called her to ask if she could come over and help my cousin decorate she says, "I can't.  I'm doing my hair." and then abruptly ends the conversation.  No biggie, we have not ever been close in the first place; she doesn't want anyone to be closer to her brother than she is and always wants to be the center of attention....ALWAYS!!.  

Even though the wedding was in our backyard, almost everyone was dressed nicely (women in dresses and men in suits or nice slacks and shirts) except my husband's 2 sisters and one brother-in-law.  The one sister looked like she hadn't done her hair in days, so the hair excuse was just a lie...and a really bad one at that.  They looked like they were going to a cookout.  During the entire wedding, the one sister that had offered to help looked like she had sucked on a lemon.  During the reception, the pastor of our church blessed our house.  Soon after, my husband's family started leaving.  I asked him where they were going and he said over to his sister's house so our pastor could bless her house also.  She had his ENTIRE family going over to her house on OUR WEDDING DAY.  It's not like she couldn't have done this on another day.  I was livid.  Like I said, she always has to be the center of attention and just had to try to ruin our day. 


When my sister got married nearly 20 years ago she picked for her colors a pale shade of lavender and white.  I was her maid of honor, there were two other bridesmaids.  Her future sister in law (her husband’s brother’s wife) is a showy witch.  She has always acted as though she and my sis were in some kind of competition for the best of everything.  The day of the wedding the wench shows up in a RED SILK dress.  And there is she, in all the family photos – against light shades of lavender is the ho in red.


 In 2001, our wedding was a 20-person family-only weekend event at a small resort on a Caribbean island. Prior to the wedding, I told my (then 37-yr old) brother how eager I was for him to meet my groom's family, and I was eager to meet his new fiancée for the first time as well.  I said how important it was to me that he really make an effort to be part of the group, which was the whole point of how we planned the family-party/wedding weekend. 

When the event came, their behavior was atrocious and I could not have been more disappointed. They were sullen, ignored everyone, tried to invite family members to party separately in their room rather than joining what the group was doing, and my brother got smashed and picked a fight with me on my wedding night. But his fiancée's behavior took the cake -- She showed up on the beach topless and wearing a barely-there thong bottom. Who does this?? I can't even imagine the thought process. "Let's see, wedding, people I've never met before... what to wear, what to wear... I know! I'll wear my thong!!" Yeah, that's appropriate.     

When I heard whispers and giggles about her lack of attire, I was dumbfounded. They were seated a ways down the beach (apart from our group of course) so I walked over to check things out, say hello and invite them to join everyone else. When I walked up to them, there she was - face up, boobs in the air, and made no effort to cover up during conversation - not even when my dad came over!! He was SO embarrassed...  When I suggested that they be social and join the group, my brother said that they were on the beach first, so why didn't everyone else move to join THEM? How juvenile, and like we really wanted/needed to see this woman's breasts? Yuck!  He complained that we were all located front and center on the beach like (nose in the air) "a bunch of tourists" -- well Hellooo, that's what we WERE after all... but even though I explained that we were close to the bar AND that our 80-yr old grandparents needed to sit in the shade and this way they could still see everyone and feel included, it made no difference to them. But given that everyone would have been uncomfortable talking to this strange nearly-naked woman, I vowed not to let them ruin my wedding party any further and I let them be.  

I later found out that they said they were reserving their money for their own wedding, but my parents thought I would be disappointed to not have my brother be there, so my dad paid for their entire trip plus an extra week on the island, during which they could have had plenty of alone-time after everyone left. So basically, my brother didn't care about my wedding or meeting any of my new family, he and his fiancée just wanted a free private vacation out of it (my parents were very hurt by this as well, of course).  Oh, and they didn't get us a gift, either.   

A few months later, it cost us $1,000+ to travel and stay there for the weekend. (My parents offered to pay but we knew they were strapped so we insisted on paying our own way.) Despite their behavior at our wedding, I decided to do the classy thing, and I bought a $300 crystal vase from Tiffany's for their new apt. but made sure that if they didn't like it, it could be exchanged for something else (or even cash back.)  I e-mailed my brother, and asked for an address to send the gift we'd gotten them. He actually had the nerve to tell me that he didn't know (or care!) what the gift was, but he didn't want it. He said I should take it back and send them the cash instead, which by the way had better be enough to cover the cost of our meals at the wedding! I told him he was the rudest person alive, and he told me *I* was the rude one for buying him a gift when he only wanted cash.  So I told him that I would indeed be returning the gift, and he would get nothing instead.  Our attending their wedding at all would be more gift than he deserved.  

WE at least behaved respectably at the event -- which coincidentally took place 3 days before September 11th at Chelsea Piers, which was used later that week as a temporary morgue.   They are still married, but their behavior has gotten worse, I'm afraid. My brother, who is now 40, has since blackmailed my parents for money demanding that they mortgage property to give him his inheritance early, and threatened to throw himself off a bridge from financial stress and it would be their fault. Meanwhile, his wife wears Gucci and Prada and they dine at swank eateries like LeCirque, but he claims that my parents should be ashamed at not helping them when they are "suffering."  

While my parents were back east recently, Bro asked my parents to meet them in the city for dinner, and said that SIL's parents would be joining them as well. SIL made reservations at one of the most expensive restaurants in Manhattan. My parents drove 2 hours in the pouring rain to get there, when they arrived (on time), Bro and SIL and her parents had already been at the bar for a while. They got seated, had their meal and when the bill came, my brother took it, looked at it, showed it to his wife, and then handed it to my dad. My dad noticed that the pre-dinner bar tab had been tacked on to the dinner (nice). My dad asked SIL's father "should we split this?" and there was some weird interchange where SIL's father gestured to Bro like it was his call, and Bro said "Dad, just put it on your card, I'll give you some money later." So my dad was embarrassed because obviously there was some expectation about who should pay that he wasn't told about. But the dinner bill was $930!!! And then before they had even finished their coffee, SIL announced "We have to go! We have other plans uptown." and my parents were rushed out of the restaurant and left standing on the street in the rain, in total shock. So my dad got stuck with this bill and then totally blown off, and then had to drive another 2 hours back to where they were staying. And of course, Bro never offered any money for the dinner.


My husband (J) and I met in November of 99 and were engaged by Christmas of that year.  I was only 19 at the time, and he was 29, so we were planning a wedding for Thanksgiving of 2000, as I would be 20 and my friends who were in college would be in town.  My parents loved J from the beginning, and made him feel very welcome in our family.  His parents were always exceedingly kind and gracious to me from the very beginning, with only a few comments on the disparity in our ages.  That was understandable to both of us, and it didn't really bother us.

In the beginning of March of 2000, we found out that I was pregnant, due in September.  We were overjoyed, as we had planned on starting a family immediately, and moved the wedding up to May of 2000.  The wedding planning went well, with my FMIL being slightly controlling, but not too bad.  My wedding was simple and lovely, and I have mostly wonderful memories of it.  However, a few things happened that were truly appalling.

As I was getting dressed at the church in the special bridal room, my FMIL (M) and my FSIL (T) rush in dressed in jeans.  They immediately start to get dressed in their nice clothing.  My mother and MOH were appalled, and I was extremely upset, as I was really looking forward to having the last few moments be just my mother and my MOH (my only attendant, my best friend of over 14 years at the time).  My MOH tried to ask them to at least get dressed in the bathroom, as the photographer was trying to capture shots of my mom, MOH and I pinning corsages, adjusting my veil, things like that.  She refused.  Oh well, I can handle this.  Then, my FMIL leans over and hands me her make-up case, saying that she'd always loved the way I applied my make-up and could I please do hers and T's?  My mom swiftly stepped in and drew her aside.  She explained that as I was the bride, that wasn't really appropriate, but she would ask my cousin, who is a make-up artist, to do it.  That was fine, and my cousin gracefully stepped in.  The wedding was beautiful, my mother and M looked gorgeous.

Then comes the reception.  After my MOH makes a tear-jerking speech that everyone was incredibly moved by, M stands up and takes the microphone.  She then instructs everyone at the reception to be sure NOT to take pictures of me in profile, as she didn't want to see my baby belly showing in my wedding shots.  Problem is, not everyone knew I was pregnant, especially not the people from work.  I was shocked - I wasn't ashamed of my pregnancy, but I didn't think my wedding day was the day to flaunt it, especially as I was so early in my pregnancy and had already had some problems.  She then continued on saying that while she was happy for us, she had always hoped that J and his first wife would reconcile, so she'd invited his first wife to our reception.  My dad managed to get the microphone away from her, lead her and J's first wife out and explain that this was not the time and place.  After J's first wife left, the rest of the reception was wonderful, although somehow M is in EVERY single photograph.


My cousin who comes from a nice family married a formerly well to do bride from west Texas.  Her family was quite the snob.  They had lost a large amount of money in the S/L Texas scandals but never lost their attitude.  My family had worked it's way up the ladder of success and was living quite comfortably.  The mother of the bride apparently was an avid shutterbug.  She was told by the bride's family that she was to leave her camera at home and not to take any pictures at the wedding.  There was a professional photographer on the site and he took all of the main pictures.  My family had asked me to take some candid pictures as I have worked for Eastman Kodak and had the pro equipment.  

During the rehearsal I took several rolls of pictures.  It was here that I first met the other side of the family.  The mother of the bride came up and explained how she had all of her equipment confiscated and she angry that she was not allowed by the family to take any pictures.  She coyly asked me if I would send her copies of the ones I took.  I gladly took her name & address and told her they would be sent at no cost.  She laughed quite strangely to herself as she left and I had an uneasy feeling about it.  During the rehearsal dinner which my mom, aunt and I worked all day fixing the mother of the bride kept asking me to take pictures - I had no problem with that.  During the wedding I had about 3 rolls of film taken.  

We all went back to my Uncle's house after the wedding.  I actually saw the mother of the bride go into my photography bag and take out my camera and expose the film inside.  She then dropped my $300.00 camera on the floor with a thud.  When I politely asked her why she did this she denied everything.  When I got home 2 rolls of film were missing from my bag and the camera has had a light leak ever since.  If the bride herself had not been an angel godsend from heaven I would have pressed charges.  The mother of the bride was extremely selfish and conceited.  Thank goodness I live 1300 miles away.  


I read of your web site in my local paper today. I was so excited to finally have an opportunity to get my bridal story off my chest.

A friend of mine since childhood asked me to be in her wedding party. I was thrilled to be asked, but was worried about how we would all swing the details of the bridal party, considering her sister was the maid of honor and lived on the other side of the country from where we all lived and where the shower would be held. I was under the impression that it was up to the maid of honor to get the bridal party together to figure out the details of the shower, i.e., the cost, the place, the number of invites, the food, etc. I did offer my services to my friend, who assured me that her mother would step in to assist her sister in getting us all together for the details. 

Six months before the wedding her mother called and informed me that we would hold the shower at a pricey restaurant the next town over, what the cost would be per invitee as well as give me some of her ideas for the bridal party gift. I hung up the phone with my jaw hanging open, not able to get a word in edgewise. I was the only married person in the party without a lot of expendable income, but even so, after talking to the others in the party, we were all a little surprised that the bride's mother would take it on herself to pick the place and book it without thought to the monetary burden placed on the bridal party. She called again to let me know that she would be purchasing a pricey luggage set for all us “girls” to give as a bridal party gift for her daughter. 

At that point I had to say something. I told her that I didn’t know if I could afford the place she chose as well as my part of the cost for the gift. She then asked me what I thought I could spend, I told her and she said fine, she would accept that amount. I then said I would like to have a part in something to do with the planning of the shower, considering I was paying for it, and she allowed me to come to her house, pick up the luggage set, and wrap it and bring it to the shower.


Little background - my SIL has always hated every woman in my brother's family, including my mother and me (his only sister).  Basically, she looks at all other women as "threats" to her, regardless of what their relationship is with her husband.  It's insane.  What my brother sees in this woman, I will never know - overbearing, loud-mouth, rude, and constantly bad-mouthing everyone. 

Anyway, when it came time for their wedding, Cruella and my bro lived in our home state still, while my mother and I had relocated to different states - mom being a 7 hour drive and me being a 5 hour plane ride away from our home state.  My children (ages 5 and 7 at the time) were on an extended visit with their father, since he lived in another country, and they were about a 20-hour plane trip away.  

At any rate, we had all made arrangements to come back to our home town for the wedding, and it was quite an exhausting ordeal - I paid $500 to fly in to my mom's state (4 hour flight), and mom and I pitched in and paid $3,000 for my kids to be able to attend,  and the next morning when my poor babies got to my mom's after their looong trip, we all piled in the car and drove the 7 hours to our home state.   We were going as fast as we could, as the bachelorette party was that night, and we wanted to be on time.   My aunt calls on her cell and asks if we could swing by and pick her up when we got into town - her car wasn't running right.  So, once we get to town, we have to go 45 minutes out of the way to get my aunt.  Needless to say, we were about 1 hour late to the party.   

We get to the party - tired, travel-weary, but glad we finally made it after such a long haul.  So, what does my FSIL say to us after we worked like hell to get there?  Nothing.  She refused to speak to us.  She was so indignant - how dare we be late to HER party?   How could we be so RUDE?  Never mind the fact that everybody else at the party lived less than 15 minutes away, never mind the fact that we spent countless travel hours and thousands of dollars to get everyone there, never mind the fact that we were her future in-laws and would have to be family with her for life, she was downright evil to us.  

My mother was heartbroken, I was fuming, and Cruella seemed quite pleased with the fact that she was being so hateful to us.   We went to a little pub where there was dancing and karaoke, and Cruella wouldn't even look at us, even when mom and I tried to be nice and sing a song for her and my brother.  Finally, I had had enough, and pulled my mom out of there, we went to have a drink and mom was crying and just kept saying, "I can't believe my only son is marrying something like that."   The wedding went off fine, but never again will I ever put myself out for that ungrateful, cold-hearted b****. 


My niece asked me to officiate her wedding ceremony which I agreed to. During the months of planning I heard comments through the grapevine about the rotten things the MOB (my sister in law) and the MOG were planning to do during picture taking. 

The MOG and FOG had been divorced for several years and the FOG and his new wife was coming all the way from Peru to the United States for the wedding. MOG made it clear that she was paying for pictures so she insisted she was going to have certain pictures taken no matter what. In Peru there is a custom that men do not take pictures of any kind with their ex wives unless their present wife is also in the picture. MOB and MOG knew this custom but refused to honor it. 

When the time came for the picture of the bride, groom and his parents, it hit the fan when FOG took his present wife by the hand and started walking up for the picture. MOB started screaming at the FOG that his wife was not allowed into the picture so FOG stepped back and refused to take the picture without his wife. MOB got snotty and started cussing and telling him that she was paying for the pictures and that he would be in it without his wife. He refused and walked away. During the screaming my niece walked over to her father and myself and loudly asked her father to tell her mother to shut up which MOB over heard and things went down hill from there. 

The reception was 2 1/2 hours later. I went to the reception hall/bar to see if I could help and MOB was already half drunk and was drinking beers and shots. MOB has always enjoyed being the center of attention and couldn't stand her daughter raining on her parade so I guess she figured she needed to do something for the attention to be turned on her! The FOB had to hold her up for the first dance and 10 minutes later she was in the bathroom puking her guts out and 6 people had to drag her out of the reception and poured her into the car. She made the biggest fool out of herself that a MOB could. She missed the entire reception and flat refuses to this day to let the B&G have one single picture. The poor FOB actually hid in a corner until I went and grabbed him for a dance. I have to say we all had the greatest time but not until after the drunk MOB finally left!



A few months ago, I married a wonderful, loving husband. My MIL was a divorced retiree. The first time that I visited her, she said "You look pretty, but you're not too bright, are you? Why do you have to choose the blonde ones?" I was appalled, but forgave her. 

Fast forward 2 years. At our wedding, my MIL arrived in a sweatsuit. I was horrified! It was a formal wedding, which was stated on the invitation! My husband confronted her about it, and she drunkenly left one hour early, complaining about "How rude some people are"! Her wedding gift was a thoughtful used three dollar gift card to Borders. A few weeks later, we received a "personalized" e-mail from her. It read thus:

Dear Wunderful Freinds: My freind of a loong time Valeri is having a wedinng in October. I registred herr at Creat an Barrel, Target, and J.c. Penny's. Please chooos soome of the more expensve gifts as it wuld look more htoughtfull and not cheep. Thank youos much. -Louise

Not only had we never met her "freind" or been formally invited to a shower/wedding, but she asked for more expensive gifts, so as not to look cheap! I found it quite hard to believe that though she could register her friend's gifts at three stores, she couldn't wear more than a sweat suit for her only child's formal wedding!


My husband and I have been married for almost 25 years, but our honeymoon - which my dad offered to plan AND PAY FOR - still rates as a good cautionary tale. 

Hubby and I met, dated, fell in love and became engaged in Virginia, where we were both stationed in the Navy.  We planned to be married in my hometown in Washington state.  Since we were so far away, my mom, grandmother and dad made most of the arrangements, with lots of phone calling back and forth.  We were on a very, very limited budget, and since he was Southern Baptist and I was Jewish, I wouldn't be married in a church and he couldn't be married at our synagogue.  So, we had a small wedding at the waterfront home of my parents' friends, conducted by a friend of my dad's who was also a Justice of the Peace, with family and close friends in attendance.  It was just beautiful.  The reception was much bigger, with my dad's business associates, my mom's sisterhood cohorts...but, again, it was lovely (despite the DJ with the disco music machine...well, o.k., it WAS 1980!!!). 

After the reception, a small group of us went back to my mom's.  My dad presented my new husband with the keys to a car he had rented for us (from Rent-a-Wreck, which should have set off major alarm bells), and our honeymoon itinerary.  Night #1:  a Motel Six in the small town where the next morning we would catch a ferry to a hotel on an island in the San Juans, where we would spend night #2.  After night #2, we would catch another ferry to Victoria, BC for night #3.  After night #3 we would drive down the length of Vancouver Island to spend night #4 in Vancouver BC, and then come back down to my mom's.  Holy cow!!  

Well, we weren't bothered by spending the first night of our honeymoon at a Motel Six...a bed's a bed!  But when we arrived at the ferry terminal the next morning, we were informed that this particular ferry required advance reservations.  Which my dad had not taken care of.  Several panicked phone calls later, we got reservations on a late afternoon ferry.  We got to the island for night #2, and Rent-a-Wreck broke down driving off the ferry.  We had to pay to get towed to the hotel.  We went to check in and...oops, dad had held the hotel room for us with his credit card, but neglected to PAY for the room.  What could we do but pay for it ourselves.  We also arranged for reservations on the next day's ferry.  

The next morning we had the car towed to a garage where a simple, yet expensive, repair was made, and then we made a mad dash to catch the ferry to Victoria, BC for night #3.  We arrived at the hotel, checked in and found that dad had held the room for us with his credit card, but...guess what!  Not paid for the room...again.  We paid for another night.  The next day, we drove to Vancouver, BC, checked in for night #4, and...yes, you guessed it, had to pay for the room ourselves.  I did mention our limited budget, didn't I?  Oh, and we didn't find out until we got back across the border that we weren't supposed to drive Rent-a-Wreck out of the US!  Anyway, by the time we got back to my moms', we were broke, exhausted and stressed out to the max.  And we still had to fly to California where I would meet my husband's family for the first time ever, before we returned to Virginia where my new husband would have to leave a few short months later for a seven-month deployment. 

I never could bring myself to thank dad for everything he did for us!  A few years later my dad, who had been divorced from mom for a number of years, remarried.  That was a festival of tackiness to be related another time, but just to give you a hint...there were three separate wedding venues in one day topped off by a huge reception, and all of which was planned by (horror movie music) my dad! 



I absolutely love this site, and it has helped me so much in the preparation process for my own wedding. I am not certain where this story fits in with the types of wedding faux pas, but if there is a category for "my family is making the planning of my wedding hell on earth" this one falls within it.

When I was seven my older sister, "Suzanne" got married. Since Suzanne is eleven years older than me I felt honored to be her flower girl. The marriage didn't last, but a few years later Suzanne remarried. I was asked to be her Maid of Honor although I was only 12 at the time. 

Fast forward several years and another wedding. This wedding was the second wedding for my oldest brother "William". Now William is sixteen years older than me so we have never been particularly close. I'm actually closer in age to his children than I am to him. Despite this I was a little shocked to not have been included in the wedding party. I wasn't necessarily expecting it since I wasn't in his first one cause his first wife didn't like me, but when Suzanne was asked to be the Matron of Honor and my other brother "James" was to serve as Best Man I felt uncomfortable because at the wedding everyone on my SIL's side and her and William's mutual friends didn't seem to have the slightest idea that William had any other siblings other than the two in the wedding. I wasn't even invited to the bridal shower or bachelorette party because William and his bride-to-be felt I was too young... I WAS 18!!! When I finally asked why I wasn't allowed to participate in any of the pre-wedding celebrations because of my age but had been asked to be maid of honor for Suzanne's wedding, I was informed that I was asked to do those things because I was cute enough to be a flower girl and available to be a maid of honor. (needless to say I cried a few tears over that)

Fast forward a couple years...I'm engaged. I call up my siblings to tell them about the engagement and before I even get a few words out of my mouth during each conversation my siblings each respond with "Don't ask because I won't be in your wedding." 

First far as my brothers are concerned my fiancé had already told me he would prefer his brother and best friends be his groomsmen, but we both agreed to ask my brothers to be ushers and my brother-in-law (Suzanne's husband) to be a groomsman since he introduced "Christopher" and I. 

Secondly, my sister was my closest female friend and one would think it would have been an honor to be my matron of honor (considering I had been in both her weddings). With all three of my siblings essentially out of the wedding I was left with finding other attendants. I asked a co-worker to be a bridesmaid, my niece to be a junior bridesmaid, two other nieces to be flower girls, and my SIL, who I grew closer to following her marriage to my brother, to be my matron of honor. Funny how my siblings didn't want to be a part of my wedding but they don't mind their children or spouses being a part of it.

A year after the engagement and I had forgotten about the whole "we don't want to be in the wedding so don't ask" incidents until family vacation time came around. While on vacation with my family this summer my stepmother asked why I didn't ask any of my siblings to be in the wedding. I looked stunned since most everyone knew that my brothers and sister had told me they didn't want to be in the wedding. Suzanne sat there and told my stepmother that she hadn't been asked because she was too fat (I've never said anything about my sister's weight because I'm don't exactly have a Halle Berry figure either). 

You can imagine my surprise when following my return home from vacation William and his wife asked why I never invited him to be a groomsmen but had asked my brother-in-law. They had the nerve to state "You should have asked blood to be in the wedding before you asked an in-law". Um...hello who had their sister-in-law as matron of honor for their wedding but not one of her own guessed it...William's wife hadn't invited her own sisters to be a part of her wedding but was upset that I hadn't asked my brother to be in mine. I DID ASK!!! All of a sudden my entire family is playing amnesia. No one except for my fiancé and his family seem to recall the many conversations that have occurred in the past year about who was in the wedding party.

My sister has since informed me and our family that if I get a bridesmaid dress that is flattering to her figure that she will be my matron of honor, which you can imagine didn't go over too well with my SIL who is my matron of honor. The dresses have already been selected for the bridesmaids, but Suzanne doesn't like any of them and my mother is demanding that I change the dress I want so that Suzanne can be in the wedding and just move my SIL to a bridesmaid position. All of a sudden the planning of my wedding, which I've done by myself with only the input of my fiancé, is being taken away by my mother who is again demanding that my fiancé "upgrade" my brothers from ushers to groomsmen. My brothers have never even agreed to be ushers so they can't exactly be "upgraded'.

A word of advice to all the brides-to-be out there....make note, voice record, whatever EVERY conversation you have concerning your wedding! At first I was hurt at not having been asked to be a part of William's wedding and to have just been cute enough to be in Suzanne's, but I at least remember having been asked or not having been asked to be in their weddings. My siblings and parents are suddenly playing dumb and wanting me to make drastic changes to my wedding. So far they have gone so far to say they won't even attend the wedding since they believe my wedding is tearing the family apart and my fiancé is some how evil for wanting his own brother to be the best man instead of my brothers. I'd elope but somehow I know it would only cause more problems for me in the long run.

Thanks for letting me vent. Your site is a god-send.


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