Getting married is stressful, and I get that if you’re throwing a party that’s supposed to mark what is supposed to be the most important day of your life, you’re going to want things to go off without a hitch.
You want it to be magical, you want it to be epic, you want people to have a good time and you want it to feel like a fairy tale. Which means you need to be cutthroat, and sometimes, you need to be mean.
But there’s a difference between being tough and being a bridezilla. And I would argue that if you’re heading into bridezilla territory, then there’s no way you’re in love with the person you’re marrying in the first place. Because if a party is more important to you than your interpersonal relationships with people, then you’re a crappy person who hasn’t found love or fought hard enough to be in love at all.
And the stories from the bridesmaids in this AskReddit thread pretty much prove that point.
The dye job.
Sorry for your scary pregnancy, but…
Taking out a loan to pay for a wedding.
How dare your father die.
How dare my father die.
The sanctity of bridesmaid dress shopping cannot be violated.
Ruining a bunch of relationships for $1,500.
All these sick dads, what gives?
Too big for the bridesmaid dresses.
Nothing a little blow won’t fix.
Multi-level marketing scheme.
This astute observation.
Bipolar mom bridezilla.
The Best Lady.
Let’s snap photos in 10-degree weather.
I want you to wear white but it can’t be too white.
Go into debt for my wedding or you’re a bad friend.
Cut it out.
No more photography for you.
You can’t sit down, even if you’re undergoing chemo.