Your BFF is getting married and you couldn’t be happier for her. She asks you to be a bridesmaid and you feel honored. Nothing is going to come in the way of what will surely be a magical day that you both will cherish for the rest of your lives….
Until she puts your friendship and her chill to the wayside and becomes an absolute incarnation of Bridezilla. All of a sudden, the mere thought of the wedding is giving you anxiety and every time the bride’s name shows up on your phone, you consider ignoring the text. What do you do?
Take a deep breath and remember that this madness is only temporary. Just try to remember all the good times.
But every so often an entitled bride takes her big day to new levels of extra. It might be time to say, “I DO NOT!” and pull the plug on what might have become a toxic friendship.
A recent AskReddit had bridesmaids sharing stories of the worst brides they’ve had to deal with. These 10 brides were absolutely committed to being sour grapes — no matter what their bridal parties did for them on their special day.
This oblivious bride who didn’t bother recognizing the person who actually helped her.
My friend, the bride, asked me to be her maid of honor. She had asked her other friend to be her matron of honor. I was expected to do everything because the matron was pregnant (maybe 4 months along or so). I was young and stupid so I went along with this. Was tasked with planning the shower and asked for a list of people that should be invited. Invited them all and hardly anyone came. Bought all the food and decorations while the matron sat around and did nothing to help. She didn’t offer a dime or any help.
Later I was told that I didn’t do that great of a job because certain people weren’t there. They weren’t on the invite list.
The day of the wedding the bride is off getting hair and makeup done with the matron at a fancy salon and I had a friend of the bride come to the hotel room to do mine. The bride said the difference was because the matron had done so much for her.
We aren’t friends anymore.
This bride who forced her sister to dress up like a stuffed turkey.
My sister was the bride. Because I was noticeably thinner than the other bridesmaid (I was maybe a UK size 6, the other bridesmaid was a 16) my dress was padded, and had several extra layers in the skirt. I looked absurd, in a massive dress with my skinny arms and neck poking out, plus I almost sweated to death, and the extra layers of tulle in the skirt became a massive fly trap.
This bride who was a secret homophobe!
When I was a bridesmaid once, I was told that whilst I was invited to the wedding, my fiancée was not. Why you might ask? Well the bride didn’t want the fact that there was a lesbian couple at her wedding upstaging her event. Yup that’s right, she thought that having two women who were in a relationship at her wedding was going to be a bigger talking point and what people would remember her wedding by.
Shut that friendship down immediately! It’s one thing to not allow your guests to wear white, but to disinvite a friend (who by the way, is close enough to be a bridesmaid) who is in a loving same-sex relationship, because you feel upstaged by their homosexuality!!! I have no words….
This bride who bodyshamed her bridesmaid.
When we went bridesmaid dress shopping, she kept putting me in dresses that did not work for my body. Like not just that they weren’t flattering, but that I would be the only bridesmaid that had to wear a bra under a dress and the bra was visible because of the cutouts in the dress or whatever and the bride shrugged and was like, “Oh well.” It was embarrassing and I felt like a stuffed sausage.
She also kept bringing me size 8 dresses (I’m a 12-14) and when I would say I couldn’t fit it, she said, “Wow I had no idea you were that big.”
I was the maid of honor. I have a lovely, heartfelt, teary-eyed speech where I made a good-natures joke about the groom’s mustache (it was awful and LOTS of people had asked incredulously if he was going to keep it for the wedding). The joke went over well, but afterward, neither the bride or groom hugged me or said thank you or anything. They literally walked off the stage. Three weeks later, the bride’s only comment was “When you said that I thought you were making a joke about mustache rides.” Yes, because I’m 12 and also trash…
She never thanked me for anything at all. Not even in passing. She was the most disorganized, flippant bride I’ve ever seen, I stepped the f–k up and slayed the maid of honor game and she never even acted like she appreciated anything.
This bride (and her groom) who let her cat pee all over her bridesmaid’s gift.
I was one of four bridesmaids. The matron of honor did absolutely nothing and I felt obligated to give the bride a bachelorette party. I helped her with all the invitations and wedding favors. I even wound up paying for the matron of honor’s outfit because she couldn’t afford it.
Wedding comes and the bride gives a big speech about how she couldn’t have done it all without…the matron of honor. It’s not even that I wanted recognition (honestly), but I was flabbergasted that the MoH did nothing and was praised for it. It took me almost six months to get her to pay me back for her outfit and I didn’t get a thank you for it.
I also made a queen-sized quilt for the couple and the groom said, “What did you get us again? Oh yeah, a quilt.” It was in their spare bedroom covered in cat piss the next time I saw it. They were jerks, and the marriage didn’t last two years.
This bride who gave her bridesmaid THREE HOURS notice.
Decided to change the date of the wedding and didn’t tell me until less than three hours before asking if I’d still come stand up in it, even though everyone else in the wedding party had a week’s notice.
This bride who sent her bridesmaid to the poor house.
Financially she broke me. I wouldn’t have agreed to be a bridesmaid if I was told that I HAD to pay for hotel stay/booth at the bar for the bachelorette party or that we HAD to pitch in and buy her something specific to her needs. I should’ve just said no, so don’t expect your friends so just be bridesmaids just because you want them there. It was already a destination wedding to begin with so there goes $2000 out the window.
This bride who is basically a toddler.
Got angry that I didn’t buy her a sex swing as a shower gift. She and her mother treated everyone like utter trash at the shower. It was EMBARASSING.
Threw a tantrum every time I told her I didn’t have two hours to discuss ribbon colors because I was in grad school [full time], working and had a three hour commute. So like no time for anything, certainly not two hours to hear her whine about ribbon.
Was angry that she had no bachelorette after I tried to get the contact info for everyone and she said no (this was before FB). I wasn’t even MOH so this technically wasn’t my job.
Forced me to dance with this disgusting pig of a man for the wedding party dance, knowing I have an issue with strange men touching me and the guy blatantly stared at my breasts from the moment we met.
Blamed the wedding party for allowing the groom to leave the reception and get blackout drunk. Because babysitting a grown man at his wedding is normal.
We stopped being friends after this.
This bride who had no sense of fashion and blamed it on her bridesmaid.
Complained that the bridesmaid dress SHE chose was elasticated at the back and she thought it would be good because I’m bigger than the other bridesmaids but all it did was accentuate my back fat — her words.
This gaslighting bride.
My best friend got married last year. I traveled to a different country for the wedding and went to her hometown. It’s a super small town, but I’d never been before. Anyways, I got there about a week or two before the wedding to help with last minute stuff. I wasn’t able to get there sooner because of work, but my friend was less than understanding.
To say that this woman was the actual, literal, physical embodiment of Satan doesn’t even do it justice.
About an hour after I got to her town, she went off on me about how she’s been doing everything alone and no one helps her despite her whole family bending over backwards to help her with the planning, etc.
About a week or so after I arrived, I got sick. Like, Moctezuma had his whooooole revenge on me sick. I felt like I was dying and she made it a point to call me out whenever she could. A few days into the sickness, I slipped and fell down a marble staircase. I had to be bedridden for the next few days and my friend proceeded to kick me out of her house.
So I was pretty much ill and homeless in a town I didn’t know, in a country I’d never visited.
Why I didn’t just grab my sh-t and go home, I’ll never know, but her wedding went smoothly, I went to the airport right after the reception, and didn’t see her again for about another two months. She apologized and cried, but that sh-t was traumatic and I refuse to ever be a bridesmaid again.
Let’s try practicing a bit of gratitude toward the people who traveled the world to celebrate US on OUR special day. Hmmm?