Wedding horror stories
Monday, August 12, 2013
WEDDINGS are usually blissful events — for the most part people don’t end up at the altar without having given the decision to wed much forethought, and they usually plan months or years in advance for the future ahead. But in some instances people get married for the wrong reasons, and while the divorce rates would indicate that their mistakes are usually found out some years after the nuptials, there are some persons who find out they’re making the wrong move just before, during, or right after the ceremony.
Here are some of your wedding horror stories.
Melinda, 40, separated:
It was doomed before we even got through the ceremony, and I realise that now. On the day of my wedding my husband’s sister insisted that I wear her mother’s dress, instead of the one I had picked out. That was the first red flag. I wore it to make them feel better, even though I was bawling throughout the whole thing because the dress was so ugly. I left halfway through the reception when my new husband told me to stop acting like a fool. It has been the same in our marriage — his family dictating everything and him belittling me. I wish I had followed my gut and stood up to them from the beginning.
Frances, 38, separated:
My husband showed up an hour late to our wedding — drunk. I still went through with it, even though he could barely concentrate and would break out into fits of giggles at the most inappropriate times. He kept making jokes about being ‘tied down’, and cackling away. He fell asleep during a toast at the reception, and no matter what we did, we couldn’t wake him up. He had to be carried out of the reception by his groomsmen. The whole scene reminded me of pallbearers leaving a funeral.
Mel, 28, married:
One of my sisters insisted that if she wasn’t the maid of honour, she wouldn’t attend my wedding. She still didn’t attend, even though I made her the maid of honour, and I was left scrambling for a replacement. My new husband then got angry and cursed out my entire family just before I was supposed to walk down the aisle. So the guests were inside the church waiting, while the organist tried to drown out the sound of my husband ranting and raving about whether he was messing his life up by marrying into my terrible family.
During our wedding dance my husband commented on how “gorgeous” my bridesmaid sisters looked, and confessed that he wouldn’t turn any of them down if given the chance to be intimate with them. Though he laughed when he saw how shocked I was, that formed the basis of our relations in our short marriage. I could never trust him around my siblings, and the first time he cheated with our neighbour, he was out the door.