People Who Witnessed Real Life Wedding Interruptions Confess What It Was Like

My boyfriend was friends with a guy who was getting a quickie marriage and needed witnesses. We agreed and went inside the little reception room, where the preacher, Bride, and the groom were lined up, waiting on us. The preacher started his thing and I noticed a woman come in and lean against the back wall. She looked pissed, standing with her arms crossed.

Preacher: Is there anyone here today who objects to the union of **** and ****? Please, speak now.

The couple looked back at us and we both smiled. Suddenly, the brides attention turned to the woman in the back of the room.

Bride: What the f*** is she doing here?!
The woman quickly raises her hand, looking at the old preacher.
Woman: I object! I don't agree with this marriage!
The bride glares at her.

Bride: Shut up, Bitch! Wait your fucking turn! It's my scheduled day! You're just mad you didn't think
of it first!

The woman had to be dragged out of the room, kicking and screaming and spitting at the bride...

After the reception, my BFs friend explained that he was originally in a relationship with the Bride. After ten years together, he started sleeping with her sister, the woman. They were close sisters, until both ladies got pregnant by him, simultaneously.

They fought each other like cats and dogs for the next several years, until the two cousins became school aged and best friends. Neither one of the sisters would give up the man, and he wasn't sure which one he loved more, so he kept seeing both women. Last I heard they were all still together, but the two sisters had teamed up to take down his pregnant mistress...

/redhourglass8/

This happened a couple of years ago. A work/social friend of mine was getting married to a guy she had previously dated, but broke off the relationship 'cause one night he was drunk and tried to strangle her. They were apart for a couple of years (he supposedly cleaned up) and then started dating again. One night, we three were at a bar, and my friend has to go to the restroom. As soon as she leaves the table, he nudges my elbow and tells me how loose her pussy is, and that it's wrecked and shit (I'm a guy).

I told him, "She loves you man. Don't talk about my friend like that. It's disrespectful, and it'll end with me kicking your ass." He tells me, "Fuck you." My friend comes back to the table and realizes there's enough tension to cut with a knife. I gave my friend a kiss on the cheek and called it a night. She called me later that evening and asked what happened, I gave it to her straight. I could hear her crying on the other end.

She kept on dating this toxic piece of shit. A few months later, the wedding announcements were sent. I was just like, "Oh fuck." One night, I'm out on a date (who becomes my future wife) at a nice Italian restaurant, when I see Mr. Toxic sitting at the bar, kissing the neck of some woman who isn't my friend (this was about a week and a half before the wedding). I whip out the phone and start filming. I got a good shot of him grabbing this lady's breast and putting his hand up her skirt, with her slapping his hand off.

My future wife is like, "WTF are you doing?" I quietly explain the situation. After I got enough evidence, he see's me, comes over to the table and asks me what I'm doing there. I tell him that I'm doing what people do when they go to a restaurant. He asked me how long I was there, I said that we were just seated. He's like "OK, well I was just getting a drink and am on my way home." I told him to drive safely. He walks out, the woman at the bar gets this confused look on her face and then runs after him.

After a life changing fabulous date (besides the previous shit), I go over to my friends' house. Mr. Toxic's car isn't there. I show my friend the video, tell her that I shot it hours ago and she breaks down into a crying mess. I ask the question, "You're not going to go through with the wedding are you?" She tells me that all the reservations have been made, the church booked, the caterers paid, the photographer paid....yadda yadda. I'm like, who gives a shit?

No one wanted to see her married to a cheater. She says she doesn't want to marry him, but she's obligated. I'm good friends with her father. He's a hulking 6'4" 300lb. Harley rider with a handlebar mustache. I pay him a visit. I show him the video. He turns red. Veins start showing up on his forehead. His hands start opening and closing in clenches. He says, "Motherfucker!" I explain to him what how his daughter feels obligated. He gives me a bear hug that just about breaks my back. He lets me go, I see he's crying profusely. He asks me if I could send him the video. I'm like, "Of course."

The next day my friend's dad calls me up and tells me that the wedding is going to now be a 'Dodging A Bullet' ceremony with maybe an ass kicking for the finale'. I told him that I would be more than happy to attend. My friend called me up and thanked me. She said that her dad dropped by and told her that he would not allow her to marry him. It was a load off her back.

So we went over Mr. Toxic's guest list. No family, just friends....PERFECT.

The day of the ceremony, Dad had a large flat screen T.V. plugged in on the dais. The preacher was warned I guess, cause Dad walked his daughter down the aisle, and when they got to the end, the preacher turned around and walked out. Mr. Toxic didn't notice but he reached out for my friends' hand and her dad loudly said, "No fucking way in this Universe!" Then the flat screen with surround sound came on. There it was for everyone to see, with my future wife saying, "WTF are you doing?", and my whole explanation afterwards. Mr. Toxic was pasty white and sweating profusely. He did the perp walk down the center aisle, caught my eye with me giving him the finger too. I heard a dude say, "No fucking way!" Mr. Toxic exits and dad says, "Let's Party!"

That was it. We had a great night. There were a couple times that my friend broke down crying, but overall she danced her ass off and laughed a lot. About 6 months later, she met the man of her dreams. Just a really fantastic guy. The wedding is this September.

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Musician here, play frequently at weddings, this was by far my worst one ever (not at the moment of "speak now" but still pretty impressive).

Groom books my string quartet for the entire day (ceremony, drinks, meal). All seems to go well, though you can tell the groom's family is much more well-off than the bride's and she seems to be a bit of an attention whore. But either way, ceremony and drinks went without a hitch, everyone seemed very happy.

Fast-forward to the meal. We played through the whole thing and as we were packing up they started speeches. Usually we'd have left by this point but our stuff was in a little side-room off the banquet room separated only by salon-style swing doors and we had no way of getting out unless we walked awkwardly between the guests' tables, so we decided to stay put until the speeches were over and listen in.

Best man's and FoB speeches went well, and then it was left to the groom. He thanked everyone for coming and then said that for his speech he needed everyone to open the envelopes that had been placed on the tables (we'd noticed these on the way in but hadn't thought anything of it).

There was an excited bustling as people appointed someone on each table to open the envelopes, followed shortly by a very quick change in the atmosphere. Someone gasped, and another person audibly said "what the fuck is this?!" amongst the general confusion.

The groom gets back on the microphone and says "Yes, I'm sorry to say that what you see in these pictures has been going on for about two months. Needless to say I will be anulling the marriage. Thank you all for coming.". Turns out the bride had been having an affair with the best man and the groom had found out and hired a private investigator to photograph them at it. He'd printed the pictures and put them in the envelopes.

Of course, chaos ensued. The groom dropped mic and bailed immediately. The bride's mother threw red wine all over her dress and kept screaming that she was a whore along with an awful lot of things alluding to the fact that she'd never find another good, rich man again. The groom's two brothers beat up the best man pretty badly.

There was a lot of screaming and glass-throwing. The bride was crying uncontrollably and everyone left as it was so awkward. We just hid in our little side room until everyone had gone and then emerged, slightly shell-shocked, to inspect the pictures. There could be no doubt as to what was happening in them.

The groom emailed us a few days later and apologised to us as he realised we'd got stuck. He explained that he'd only found out a fortnight before the wedding, and having paid for everything with little chance of refunds, he just decided to go ahead with it and out her so that she couldn't twist the story to her family after the fact. How he made it through the entire wedding I will never know, but it certainly made for an interesting day at work.

/BRM88/

He and I were best buddies since preschool. I went on vacation with his family, he with mine. We had a falling out in high school over a girl but got over it later on. When he started to get serious with a girl I was very happy for him. His dad was never around and his mom tried, but he needed the kind of love and sense of fulfillment that a loving partner can provide. He did well with the ladies and never seemed to lack a date, but I'd never seen him in love. Until he met her. He was really secretive about her but, as his best friend, he told me bits and pieces and said how serious he was getting with her. He finally agreed on a double date with me and my girl.

My girl and I weren't really all that serious but we liked each other, hung out a lot and the sex was great. As twenty-somethings, we were both more into our careers and our next goal then a serious relationship. We agreed to be exclusive but honest about it if that changed. From time to time we like to experiment with things and that included picking up girls at clubs to bring back for the evening. She was into that as much as I was - lucky me eh? My girl was by all standards a pretty girl. A solid 9 at any time and when she went all out with the makeup and look she was a solid 10. Smart, carried herself like a modern professional woman and practically anything goes in the bedroom. One night, out on the club hunt for a third we struck gold.

This girl was perfect. That is the best way to describe her, perfect. Five eight or so, toned body with a flat stomach, large but not too much so breasts. The perfect ass that looked like a sculptures creation in that dress and a face that was simultaneously angelic and teasing. She was a 10+. After a few drinks and jokes - I'm good with making the ladies laugh, my girlfriend drops the first hint on her that we may be game for some grown-up fun. She practically jumped on it. We left and within 30 minutes I was covered in every mans dream for the rest of the night. She left in the morning after a shower and some food with no hint of shame or regret. I wanted her to stay.

As you can guess the girl my best friend brought to dinner was her. Dinner was awkward but we survived. When I spoke the next day with him he asked if it was just him feeling awkward. Knowing how serious he was getting with her I was conflicted. I pussied out and didn't let him know about that night my girlfriend and I shared with his girlfriend. Hey, he was a player and after a while, he would probably grow tired of her too, right? A few days later, unbeknownst to me, my girlfriend had invited her back for another night. Apparently, she enjoyed that night as much as my girl and I did. My girlfriend didn't really know my friend and read that this girl was probably playing with him as much as he was with her and we really had fun with her. I told them I couldn't. That was my lifetime pal and it wasn't right.

They were already on the couch and responded by starting to make out. I said I was going to leave. They didn't respond other than to get a bit more aggressive. I was like, great. So, I told them to have fun and left. The next time I went over to my girl's house she was there. She hasn't moved in but she and my girl were having a fling and by our rules that was fine. I made sure to call ahead and schedule date time with my girl and within a month we weren't really seeing each other that much. She and my best friends girl, however, were.

Like an idiot, I drunk texted(hey, my twenties, I should have know better but) my now distant girl and she told me to come on over. She promised her girlfriend wouldn't be there. We started having some great miss you sex and somewhere in the middle of round two, we were joined by her girlfriend, my best friends girl. I was, um, into things and thought to myself, well, if they do things and I only do things with my girl, well...

Next day I felt like a douche. The alcohol was blamed and I moved on. That same day my best called me to say he was going to propose to her. I asked to meet him to talk it over. I tried to go the route of 'how well do you really know her?' I almost came out and said I have to tell you something. Then I lied to him and said the reason that dinner was awkward is that we had seen her in the club a few nights prior and she was obviously going to have sex with someone else. He blew that off by saying they weren't exclusive then and he had a thing when he traveled that same week. No big deal.

She accepted, wedding is set and I'm the Best Man. My distant girlfriend and I are friends but by this point, I've backed out of the relationship. However, she is going to the wedding and while I was dating around we agreed to a date for the wedding. At the rehearsal dinner, my old girl and I get some alone time and she reveals how upset she is with the wedding. That my best friends girl and she had been living together and were in love. But since my best friends girl's parents were so conservative she could never explain her lifestyle to them.

When the person leading the ceremony asked '...any legal objection to this union' I knew the voice right away. My girlfriend couldn't take it but kept silent. My best friends father stopped the wedding saying he knew about her lifestyle and couldn't allow his son to marry her. The cold-hearted bastard who was never around had the balls to come forth where I, his best friend, did not. The wedding reception and wedding were one event and people lingered for a good time. My best friend never cried or even seemed too upset. He said that over the past couple of weeks prior to the wedding she had changed but it was too late to stop the wedding. To this day he doesn't know about our trysts.

/rRandomRedditName/

Oh man, one of the most awkward moments I’ve ever lived through. I was running the sound board for the wedding of some good friends—my position will become relevant in a moment. The bride’s parents were not in favor of the match. They were well-off and felt that their Ivy League-educated daughter was too good for the groom, who grew up on the streets in Miami.

Sadly, they were missing out on the fact that he is one of the most genuine and admirable people on this planet and you couldn’t ask for a man of better character to be marrying your daughter. The bride and groom respectfully tried to win them over for quite some time, but once they got engaged the parents made their level of disapproval known by refusing to contribute financially to the wedding.

The wedding date draws near and despite various tactics from the parents, including the mother of the bride (MOB) getting the father to agree not to walk his baby girl down the aisle, it becomes clear that the bride and groom are truly committed to each other and absolutely will not call it off. The parents seem to resign to the outcome and decide to attend the wedding. Yay! Unfortunately, day of, it turns out that the MOB is a total narcissist and couldn’t just let it go. Here’s where my helming the sound system intersects with the drama.

The ceremony begins, everything is going as rehearsed. I am fading and transitioning everybody’s respective music with perfection, focusing hard to keep everything smooth lest it distract from the wedding itself. Then it is time for the bride’s entrance. I get the thumb’s up from the wedding coordinator, and fade up on a beautiful piano and cello track. The minister asks everyone to rise, and we all look at the doors in eager expectation.

They should open after a few measures of the music, but they don’t. Music keeps playing, still nothing. The bride’s music was the only one that was clipped prior to me receiving it, and it is only about 40 seconds long, so we reach the end of the track with still no bride. The coordinator and I decide to play it one more time. Same results, just more awkward.

Now the room is silent, confused looks being passed around. Then we hear it. The MOB had snuck out into the hall to make her objections known to her daughter one last time, face-to-face, just as she should have been walking down the aisle. She is hissing her whispered arguments right behind the closed doors. About two minutes later, MOB reenters the sanctuary and takes her seat next to her husband, seeming unaware of how unbelievably tense the room is with awkwardness, thanks to her. The coordinator talks to the bride, and another minute later we’re ready to do her entrance for real. Cue the music.

The doors open, the beautiful bride enters. You can tell from her face that she is feeling a lot, as you can imagine, but is still overjoyed to see her groom at the altar. She is determined to marry him.

We all exhale, but then the drama continues.She makes it halfway down the aisle and her FATHER stands up! He couldn’t take it anymore and decided there was no way he was going to let his daughter walk down the aisle alone. He makes his way through his row and joins her to walk her the rest of the way. It is an amazing moment, until narcissist MOB strikes again.

She quickly follows him and joins them in the aisle. We all hear MOB loudly whisper, “I told you not to do this!” to her husband. The music runs out again. They end up staying there in a huddle, holding each other and crying, for several minutes. MOB sits down, and the father and bride finish her journey to the altar, together. The minister wisely omits asking the audience for objections.

The rest of the ceremony goes on uninterrupted. At the reception dinner, MOB tries to save face during her toast—fails miserably. All of the guests shower the bride and groom with new heights of love and support, and they go off into their new life together more committed than ever, thanks to her parents’ determination to keep them apart.

/riodaystar/

No objections were made (unfortunately) but back when I worked in a hotel a few years ago I got to witness a very interesting wedding. In preparation we had to ensure we’d ordered enough Blue WKD in as this was the groom’s drink of choice (first red flag). The whole wedding took place in the hotel, the function room also hosted the ceremony so we started pretty early that day.

Before the ceremony the bride had taken 3 bottles of Prosecco up to her room whilst she was getting ready and was clearly tipsy before the wedding started but seemed to act sober enough that who ever was conducting the ceremony was none the wiser. Ceremony seemed normal but I was prepping the bar so wouldn’t have known either way. As it ends all the guests flood out for drinks whilst we changed the function room and set out the tables for the sit down meal.

The guests were rough as a badger’s arse to put it politely, I already knew one of them as he’d been to the hotel before, acting like a total wanker when I told him the bar was closed and I wouldn’t be serving him - however he was being especially polite to me this time as it was clear his date for the wedding was definitely not the same girl he was in with just a few weeks ago (who I suspect was a paid acquaintance).

Before the meal even began we were starting to worry if we’d have enough alcohol, these people drank like fish but we manage to get them all seated and fed and everyone is being friendly and well behaved. As the night goes on the bride is slowly becoming so drunk she can barely stand and has changed from her wedding dress into a very scant pink neglige with a tutu skirt, she’s also given up on using the bathroom so she loudly announces she will be relying solely upon nature wees from this point onwards. Before midnight we are nearly totally out of spirits - the guests are ordering shots every round (I’d tried to deny service but my manager was having none of it and as the hotel was struggling they wanted to make as much money as possible) and have shotted us out of almost everything (Blue WKDS are long gone but the groom has a lovely blue smile at this point).

After the bride finally gives up trying to shot disgusting liquors that have likely been there since the hotel was built they head to the dance floor. The party starts winding down and it’s time for the last dance but the bride decides she’d prefer to have this with a male wedding guest which really fucks off the groom, she then loudly announces she’ll be throwing an after party in their suite and everyone is invited in the hot tub - funnily enough the groom isn’t thrilled and kicks off. Another member of staff manages to calm everyone down and convinces the DJ to play the last dance song once more before he leaves and the groom agrees.

Everyone starts packing up and the bride comes back from her room in her third outfit of the night, a nice grey stained tracksuit. She’s adamant she wants another cigarette before bed (god knows how many packs she went through that day - especially sad considering the money for the wedding came from her parent’s inheritance who both died of cancer). She can’t find a lighter and becomes irate, screaming at the groom for one. Groom claims he doesn’t have one but not taking no for an answer she rifles through his pockets and finds one.

Holding it aloft she screams at him that he’s a liar and slaps him clean across the face, the groom obviously not having enjoyed this returns the favour and punches her in the face. The best man spots this and leaps across a sofa and tackles the groom to the floor, they’re now having a full on fist fight whilst the bride sobs incoherently. I try and get out of the way as I’m being trampled by Mr WKD and his scummy friend. My supervisor storms in saying he found coke in the bathroom and the police are on their way - the best man is off like a robbers dog and the groom stands there stunned and then follows his new wife into the function room. We then hear screaming and shouting from that room and the bride has picked up a chair and launched it at her husband and was now holding a second one trying to attack him with it.

At this point it’s about 2am and I am royally done with the day, my mum is waiting for my outside so I grab my bag and head off giving my supervisor strict instructions to tell me exactly how this ends when I’m back for my next shift. I pass a riot van of police officers on the way out of the door, direct them to the drama and go home.

Next shift I’m informed that an ambulance arrived shortly after the police, the groom was taken to the hospital after sustaining a head injury but he did a runner from the paramedics when he got to the hospital, the bride stayed at the hotel and to console herself spent the night with the male wedding guest she danced with, they left together in the morning and a week later announced on Facebook she was in a new relationship with him.

/CorkleSchmorkle/

Names and locations have been omitted to protect the innocent haha. My husband and I met in graduate school and were instantly connected. He had moved here from a surrounding state and I had lived here my whole life. We dated for 6 years before we got married, and his mother was never really an issue. His parents would come visit and once in a while we would go visit them. There were some red flags with his mother in terms of her drinking, but I honestly never gave it a second thought at the time.

Once we got engaged, everything changed. His mother suddenly became incredibly needy and manipulative, even though they didn’t live in the same state. Everything comes with a side of guilt. Her side of the family started causing issues because we were not inviting children to our wedding. In our defense, it was a black tie, evening wedding and we simply did not feel it was appropriate for children. Let me be clear that we love children, but decided not to invite them to our wedding.

However, my MIL took it upon herself to confront me on this, without her son’s knowledge, and try to coerce me into allowing her side of the family to bring their children even though I had made it clear to her in a kind way that no children were being invited on both sides. She and her family continued to push the issue to the point where my husband and I offered to pay for a baby sitter for the children so that the parents could attend.

This was rejected, and some members of her family opted not to attend our wedding because children weren’t invited, which was hurtful and in my opinion a little ridiculous. It was the source of a lot of drama leading up to the wedding. Throughout the planning process I attempted to include my MIL from afar, sending her pictures and updates so that she would feel included because she doesn’t have a daughter and always wanted one. The week before the wedding, I sent her a bouquet of white flowers to make her feel special.

Then came the wedding weekend... We had our rehearsal dinner and then opened it up to all of our guests to come for welcome drinks. It was all very elegant and going well until my MIL’s side of the family showed up. All of the women showed up wearing white (which is a big NO where I come from) in protest to us not allowing children at the wedding. This was pointed out to me by our friends from graduate school, and frankly it was humiliating and petty. I said my hellos and could tell some of them felt bad, and went back to the hotel to get my beauty rest for the big day.

On the day of the wedding, things were going well. I was in a suite with my family and friends getting ready and my husband was in a separate suite with his family and friends getting ready. All was good. The ceremony started, and when it was my turn to walk down the aisle, I couldn’t have been more excited. We lost 3 grandparents between us in the 2 years leading up to our wedding and we decided to honor them by acknowledging them at the start of our wedding ceremony.

Once they were mentioned, my MIL got up out of her seat, approached us at the altar and interrupted our wedding to say that an aunt who had passed away wasn’t mentioned. My husband immediately told her to sit down, but the damage was done, and guests thought she was objecting to our marriage. It was mortifying. My husband is pretty sure she was mixing alcohol with her medications, but she claims that was not the case. When I had my first dance with my father, she got up, turned her back to us and proceeded to walk around the tables her family was seated at. She was the only person standing and not paying attention.

My husband and my MIL had discussed what song they would dance to for their first dance months in advance of the wedding, and he ultimately selected the song she wanted. However, right before it was their turn to dance, she angrily accused him of lying to her and choosing a different song. My husband has the texts messages from her requesting the song that he selected, so this was completely untrue. (She often lies to get what she wants, which has continued since the wedding) It got to the point where he had to say “Mom, why are you ruining my wedding” to her while they were dancing.

We had to edit her behavior throughout the night from our wedding video. This woman has had such a negative impact on us in other ways as well, (which is a post for another time) and I’m wondering if there is a way to get past the way she treated us at our wedding?

/BetterAd5214/

Where I live its technically a rule (that isn't followed much, but it's still a rule) that if someone objects at the wedding, the officiant can't go forward with the wedding until the objection is investigated.

This is because common old timey objections would often be for legal reasons that would be grounds to invalidate the marriage or make the marriage illegal.

"I object, he's already married!" or "the bride is really the groom's sister!" or "the bride is pregnant with my baby!" - real soap opera shit, but important information to clear up, especially back in the day when record keeping was a joke and you could be practically strangers on your wedding day.

Nowadays, most people don't object at weddings, and when it does happen it's either some disgruntled relative or stalker ex, or someone trying to be funny. Now, the long winded explanation was so that I could tell my story.

It's a serious wedding. My cousin is the groom, and I'm doing some readings during the ceremony. The "speak now or forever hold your peace" part comes up, and from the groom's side of the aisle, the groom's smarmy, shit eating, immature sonofabitch, older brother jokingly "objects".

Now, this wasn't like a super somber wedding, but it was definitely more of a traditional wedding, and the "joking during the ceremony" thing was definitely not a welcome thing. Unbeknownst to most people, the pastor was pretty old school. He followed the aforementioned "obscure" rule regarding objections, and the wedding stopped.

I thought the groom and his mom was gonna kill the older brother. Like seriously, smoke was coming out of their ears. The bride started crying, and no one in the pews really knew what was going on.

The wedding party retreated to their ready rooms, and the bride and groom, his douche canoe brother, BOTH sets of parents, and the pastor all had a sit down to "clear up" the confusing surrounding the objection.

Everyone in the pews is restless, and the pastor was like "I understand it was a joke, but the rules state I have to investigate all objections, so I'm sorry this all got interrupted."

They all agree to go back out there and finish the wedding. (I honestly thought the bride might have just walked away, she was so upset!) Luckily, most of the guests just laughed it off, and we all went to the reception and got drunk.

Not the douche canoe brother though. He was sat on by a few of the ushers in a spare room at the church so he couldn't sneak out and leave (or worse, fuck the ceremony up again.) Know one really knows what happened to him after that...but in between the church and the ceremony, the groom mysteriously hurt his hand and the asshole brother had to miss the reception! (And fell and broke his nose, oh no!)

/adriesty/

I used to work at a fancy stately home as a waitress, most of my shifts were weddings. This guy’s objection was a bit untimely, but what happened after was even better. So the actual wedding happened at a church nearby, and they had the reception with us. This guy rocks up AFTER the actual ceremony, to declare his undying love for the bride.

Told the groom, and entire wedding party, that he’d been sleeping with the bride. Cue tears and drama blah blah blah, he’s obviously chucked out of the wedding. Turns out he’d gotten an invite for the evening only and thought he was coming to object at the actual ceremony.

The groom ‘forgave’ the bride (he was a total wet lettuce) and they’re both crying and hugging outside. The party carried on and all was great, until someone overheard the chief bridesmaid talking to her friend about the fact she had also been sleeping with the bride. This prompted grandmother of the groom, about 75 years old, to punch the bride in the face

Groom apparently forgave the bride again as they went home together. I’m guessing he knew she was a ho bag so wasn’t really that surprised

As I’m here, I’ll give you another one- Same place, literally weeks after the first wedding, we have a wedding where the groom’s family are clearly loaded and full of their own self-importance. Especially the groom’s mother, who gave us hell in the preparations.

Nothing was good enough, kept changing how she wanted things, talking to us like scum, and making it VERY clear her family are a better class of people than the bride’s family (who were pretty nice and down to earth)

Anyway, half way through the evening do, someone’s handbag goes missing. The groom’s mother stormed into the kitchen, demanding that the manager search all our bags and saying she was calling the police on us thieving scumbags. Manager tells her (more politely than I would have) to calm down and not make assumptions. He has the security search the place.

They go into the men’s toilets and can see a guy stood in the stall with his back against the door (I guess they could see his feet), he refuses to come out initially, but eventually he does, he had two women’s handbags in there that he’d been wanking into. He was also off his head on coke.

The guy was the groom’s brother. Son of bitch lady who accused us all of stealing. Her face when she found out was AMAZING and she picked up her stuff and left straight away. Police came and the guy was arrested.

/StrategyKindly4024/

Buckle up. I guess this is an objection of sorts... it was a long time ago in the '80s. I was a bridesmaid in the wedding of my friend Ninja, who was marrying her beloved Chad. Chad's ex-girlfriend, Cheryl was not pleased with this situation.

So on the day of the wedding Cheryl snuck into the church and hid in the church kitchen in the basement. And as Ninja and Chad were exchanging their vows Cheryl started smashing dishes and throwing pots and pans around.

Well everybody knew who it was because Cheryl was a spoiled brat and had never been told 'no'. She had been harassing Ninja and Chad for months, but her dad would always get her out of trouble. We lived in a small town and the cops really didn't take it seriously. (This is before any sort of stalking laws ever came into effect.)

Anyway back to the action. The groom's sister Rachel who was an Air Force lieutenant, ran down and dragged Cheryl out of the church, onto the front lawn and sat on her (with her lilac satin bridesmaid dress bunched up around her waist) until the police got there.

Rachel was a badass - she was a state finalist in shotput and javelin and her thighs were unstoppable - as a matter of fact I just remembered we called her Thunderthighs and she wore it well.

Cheryl was arrested because she did a lot of property damage, the vituperative wench.
After things settled down, we all went back into the church and finished the wedding ceremony and then had a wonderful time at the reception.

A quick side note: at the coed bachelor/bachelorette party one of the groomsmen actually punched the mother of the bride because he drunkenly thought she stole $10 from him. And nobody got mad.. it was just like 'Oh well that's just Jasper for ya haw haw!" even the mother of the bride - Nelly she was just so chill and laid back about it.

They were all crazy country people and I mean shit like that went down all the time and nobody batted an eye. Nelly was a little upset that in all the wedding pictures she had a huge shiner, though.

I haven't thought about this for a long time. I have the old VHS wedding video and you can hear the the smashing of the dishes and the tossing of the pots and pans in the background and you see everybody run out and then they slowly come back in. Anyway, sorry I'm dithering.

/foxymoron/

My wife and I got married a little while ago. We (meaning my wife) did all we could to make our wedding not cost an arm and a leg, but still be stunning. My bride made her own bouquets, made decorations, and generally just DIY’d the ever living crap out of everything.

So, when the time came to find a photographer and videographer, I suggested we hire one of my buddy’s (a groomsman) girlfriend, who is now a photographer for an NFL team, to take our shots. My wife said that she didn’t want to make her do that, which I understood, so instead, she asked a friend from college to take the shots.

Now. We both knew that this guy was still madly in love with my wife. They never dated, but they had a thing and she broke it off because he never made a move. We met 4 days later. But we knew that he loved her. For example, he dated two girls immediately after my soon to be wife, that had the exact same name, and one with the exact same initials. She thought it was a coincidence and I said “he’s looking to find your doppelgänger lol”

he swore up and down that his feelings were gone and that he would love to do it, at a discounted rate no less. I asked him to swear that there were no long lost feelings, and he said “on my mothers grave, I’m past that. I want to do this for the two of you. Please allow me to do this service.” He’s a phenomenal photographer and he gave us a steal, so I took him at his word.

So, day comes. First few hours go by, and everything is fine. 30 minutes before the ceremony, I cannot find this clown. My best man ensured me that he’d find the guy, and 5 minutes later he said “you better come with me.”

We found him hyperventilating in a corner, tears on his face. I leaned down to him and said “give me the fricking camera, and let someone else take the shots. I know what’s happening here.” He again said that it was just because it was hot outside and that he felt overwhelmed by my wife’s biological parents. Yknow what, kinda understandable, they’re a pain in my ass too. Again, I took him at his word.

Ceremony starts. As my wife comes down the aisle, looking stunning, I see the tears well up again in his eyes. By the grace of the good Lord Jesus Christ, my father noticed too, as he quietly got up, snatched the camera from the photographer’s hand, handed it to the girl I wanted to take them in the first place, and saw him out the chapel.

All is fine now, until the pastor (my wife’s adoptive father) went to say “are there any objections?” My father, again, the hero that he is, motioned to him not to say it, and he moved on.

Well, the moment we kissed, according to my best man, a loud, audible wail could be heard from outside. I didn’t notice, as I was focused on kissing my smoking hot wife and being happy I was married. But apparently the photographer was still outside, watching through a window, crying his eyes out. As we walked out of the chapel, I noticed, yet again, the two heroes of this story, my dad and her adoptive dad, run out before us, escort the weeping photographer into the woods, and return to celebrate with us.

I went to find him a few hours later, along with my best man and father and found him, still crying, in his car. Told him that I would arrange for him to get his camera back tomorrow, informed him that I would be keeping his SD cards and that I would still pay him. He went to spit in my face, which prompted my dad and best man to rip him out of his vehicle through his window and start beating the absolute shit out of him. I may or may not have joined in with a few swift punches to the gut.

After we finished beating him senseless, he scampered into his car and drove off, never to be seen again. A note fell out of his pocket during the, I suppose, assault lol. It was his objection. It talked about how he knew God meant them to be together, and that I was the Devil incarnate. He mentioned that I was a racist (could not be further from the truth) and that I was a white supremacist (I’m literally half Hispanic). My father and my wife’s adoptive dad probably saved that guy from being murdered by my very Italian, very angry, always ready for a fight family.

In the end, I married the woman of my dreams, our photos were taken by an NFL photographer and I got to keep the camera, which I should say, is really cool and I now use it for work haha. And I got to bond with my best Man and father by beating up a crying baby boy. All around solid day.

/datboi1353/

Holy crap I have a story for this. I didn't object. I attended my friend's stepbrother's intimate (less than 20 guest) house wedding with the express purpose of stopping her from objecting. We we're both 30. He's 28.

I had never met anyone in her family before. I could tell that people were being as polite as they could to me but sort of objected to me being there because the ceremony was literally just the groom's family. Like, the Rabbai was his mother. That level of intimate family only.

My friend has a very alarming psychological issue characterized by her becoming obsessed with people. In high school, she broke into a crush's house/room, stripped and waited for him to come home. Since we don't live in the movies, he was terrified of her and his parents drove her home, very alarmed.

She had this crush on her step brother, who she met when they were both teenagers. When she told us (her group of friends, bonded pretty specifically over keeping her from pressing self destruct). Everyone told her NOT to go through with her plan of letting him know she was in love with him before the wedding. But then she started to talk about objecting DURING the wedding. We were stressing out about her ruining this poor couple's day. And then very fortunately she asked me to be her plus one.

I spent the entire event listening to her whisper about how upset she was that people kept complimenting the couple. She said a few off things a little too loudly but I kind of deflected and gave people excuses. I think what actually saved the ceramony was that the question "does anyone object?" only came up as a kind of throwaway joke. It wasn't this big dramatic pause. She was upset about that. shactually got up after and went into the kitchen before the ceremony was technically over. But it just seemed kind of rude, not I'm in love with the groom/my stepbrother weird.

After the wedding she obsessively regretted not confessing her feelings. She kept trying to find someone to agree that it would be better to tell him how she felt. Honestly, after the wedding it still seemed like it would taint the event but her mental health is clearly the more important piece. Her friends became divided on whether she should tell her step brother or not with everyone pushing her to seek treatment and possibly medication.

She got some help through an online psychologist. This individual apparently told her that her feelings we're valid and she had every right to object (baseball sized grain of doubt on that one). And she told the step brother after he got back from his honeymoon.

I would love to tell you that the fallout was some mental health assistance from her family, but that's not how it shaped up. Her step brother (and his brothers) were extremely kind about it. But she was very upset that she didn't get the response she wanted. She was also obsessed with a kind or overly flirtatious married coworker around this time.

That also ended disasterously. This girl comes from a well to do family. She's highly intelligent and quite beautiful. Her life is a series of self-generated disasters that no amount of logic or outside good will have been able to help her avoid. Mental illness is real and it's tragic.

/NEOLittle/

Not me but I was performing the ceremony. I ask the question as a part of the liturgy, and a guy gets up after the question and says, "Yeah, I object. That's my wife."

Bride's mother is the only one to speak, and she says, "Who the fuck is that? AARON?!"

Sensing that something was amiss, I say, very calmly, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain in your seats while we conclude this." I pull the guy aside, and he claims that they got married at 18, she abandoned him and they never divorced. 

He had been trying to get a hold of her, and he actually told her that if she didn't at least get a legal divorce, he would show up at her wedding.

She had just ignored it like it would just go away, never returned a call - basically just walked out at age 19, never returned. (Bride was near 30.)

So I ask the bride to step aside, with her parents. They say, "You never divorced him?" I'm in panic mode as I don't know what to do. If she was still married, I couldn't marry them.

The groom comes over, ready to fight - me, the husband, anybody.

Complete disaster. Wedding was cancelled. They married a year later after the divorce went through, in a small private ceremony. 

And here's the kicker: 2 years later she just walked out on him.

I was at the wedding of a very good friend’s sister. The father HATED the groom. The groom really was a shitbag of garbage. Instead of “speak now or forever hold your peace,” this priest asked if anyone would like to say anything before the couple were officially married. The groom’s mom stood up and wished them the best of luck, some aunt stood up and wished them a blessed union, and there were maybe 5-6 people offering blessings and good wishes.

Finally, the bride’s father stood up. He was against the whole thing from the start. He just said in a very well pronounced tone (loud but not yelling), “He’s an asshole! That’s all.” Then he sat down. There was stunned silence, murmuring, a few giggles, and then the groom’s mother said, “no, you’re an asshole!” Bride’s dad stood up again and said, “That very well may be... but I haven’t been arrested 3 times in the last year LIKE YOUR SON and I haven’t overdosed on heroin twice in the last year LIKE YOUR SON... so if I’m the asshole, the only reason is because I didn’t teach my daughter how to spot trash and kick it to the curb!”

He sat. The mother was shocked. I don’t think she knew about any of that. The mother burst into tears and ran out. We all sat there for a good 5-10 minutes while the priest just gave a little sermon. I think he was burning time waiting for the mother to return. The bride’s father sat on the pew with his head in his hands. The bride was tearing up. The groom was obviously embarrassed and uncomfortable.

In the end, the mother never came back. The two were married. She got pregnant right away. He got high on something and wrapped his car around a tree and died. However, my friend (the bride’s brother) told me the guy had a $250,000 life insurance policy his mother got for him when he was a kid and she signed it over to him. So, the bride actually got some money out of it. This was 17 years ago. The bride remarried a few years later. This time, she married an optometrist. Good guy, good job, smart, no bullshit. Her first kid (daughter) is 16, well-adjusted. Smart, gorgeous. She’s got 3 kids with the optometrist too. They’re all doing very well. So, she had a happy ending! (And her father is very happy with the Econ’s choice.)

Next one. We didn't object but it was hard to keep our mouths shut at my aunt's wedding. She'd had a hard life. Her two daughters were mentally disabled to the point where they had to live in a care facility full time (they'll never progress beyond toddlerhood but are in their 30's). Her first husband abused the girls and then killed himself. The only bright side was that he left her millions in real estate. Her 2nd serious partner left her, and she was lonely as hell.

She lectured and was a smart lady, with a PhD, but somehow fell for this conman. He's a bad dude. He was after her money which was supposed to be for the future care of the girls. He wasn't allowed back in several countries because he had conned people out of so much money, and there was something very wrong with him mentally....he claimed to be able to cure cancer and took cancer patient's money and would stay in hotels then leave without paying. He'd steal credit cards from people etc.

Anyhow, we were invited to the wedding. We'd found out about his issues but he had convinced my aunt that it was all lies and the world was against him. We struggled so hard to be there for her that day but we needed her to know that we were on her side, as he had already started to poison her mind with allegations that her family weren't good for her. Soon he had her totally under his control and none of us were allowed to speak to her. We were pretty worried, but couldn't do anything. Eventually after about five years he blew through most of her money.

They did IVF and had a son, who is now 8. Her husband left when the money was gone, and she got a bit wise to his lies. So now she's nearly 60, raising a child, and trying to rebuild bridges with her family and friends. Kinda wish we had objected at the wedding but she was set on her path, and other people like her parents had told her all the bad stuff they had found out about her husband and it hadn't stopped her. Figured all we could do was be there for her.

/Kitty-Gecko/

Almost had 4 incidents at a wedding I was a groomsman in, only one was the speak now kind of bit (may as well unload because this was a ride). Keep in mind the groom's GMs are his dad who he didn't get to see much but they have a good relationship, the groom's wrestling best friend, the groom's short-fused, "private violence is the best answer" uncle, and a couple of other fit people. And then me. Also, we're in a church, ironically. And myself, the groom, the bride, and groom's ex wife all worked together for like 3-4 years.

First incident(s): In the weeks leading up to the wedding, groom's mom was sending him messages about how she was embarrassed that he'd remarry and it makes her look bad. 1) She remarried, 2) groom's ex-wife left him for someone twice her age with kids near her own age. On the day of the wedding, his grandma (mom's mom) was sad that she couldn't get total front row seats. Rather than ask the groom, she mentioned it to his mom in passing. Mom tells step dad, and this leads to the big one.

Second incident: About 45 minutes before the Big Happy Time, all the groomsmen except for one (short fused uncle) are in what used to be a nursery room in the basement, hovering around the AC and lightly chatting. Suddenly the door opens, and it's step dad, dressed like he's in r/trashy by wedding standards.

We all think he's here to congratulate him, but right as it occurs to the 4 of us who know him well enough (me, bio dad, best man and groom), he starts vocally laying into this guy. Bio dad and best man form a wall and tell him to leave. Step brother snuck in (lil' trans dude who thinks just because he and I used to be friends that I'm oblivious to how he acts) and is now sneaking around the room trying to get a sucker punch in on the groom.

Bride's stepfather (another groom) stops him, and I waltz over to the corner and make my first ever cop call. Priest and his wife walk in and manage to calm the dude and the cops force mom's side of the family to leave. But not the grandma who'd been sad about 2nd row seating, because she and grandpa just got front and near center seating.

3rd incident: just after learing that one of the groomsmen couldn't make it, I was assigned an extra bridesmaid to walk down the aisle. (If you want this imagery, picture Carl from Up as the groomsman but in his 20s, arms locked with two really cute girls, one of which he'd had a crush on when he was a kid.)

As we were headed down the aisle, one tells me she thought she saw a family member of the ex wife there. Skip to the speak now bit, and the ex wife's family member, who was in the last row just kinda storms out and takes out the lights they had on the sides of the aisle?

Close call: at the reception, the short fused uncle gets informed of what happened in the groomsmen's room earlier. And he's very angry. It takes all the groomsmen to talk him out of it, especially knowing he knew where the stepdad lived.

Good news is that the groom's ex-wife's aunt is a cop in the same area and she never liked him much either. So let's just say he did get some punishment other than being banned from the wedding and reception.

/fretless_enigma/

A friend of mine was marrying a woman he didn't love. He told me he didn't love her on the morning of the wedding. I was dropping off his cumerbund at his apartment. He answered the door stark naked clutching a throw pillow to his crotch. He said he hadn't slept all night. He sat on his couch hugging his pillow and told me his troubles. He said he was only marrying her because she pestered him about it until he broke down and asked her. He said he didn't love her; that they had gone to couples counseling; that the couples counselors told them not to get married; and that he didn't know what to do.

This was in L.A. I told him, no problem, I'll drive you to Vegas. I'll call her from the road and tell her the wedding is off. He said he couldn't do it. He said he had to go through with it.

My next stop was a breakfast meeting with a different friend. He was an older guy I respected a lot so I asked his advice about the wedding. He said he had a friend with the same problem. That friend had bought his groom friend a plane ticket to Paris. Just before the wedding the friend had slipped the ticket into the grooms suit pocket and said, "It's not too late." While that groom had gone through with the wedding, he greatly appreciated the gesture. Their friendship strengthened further when the marriage quickly fell apart.

As I was leaving breakfast, my friend the groom called and asked if I would pick up the bride and her bridesmaids at their hotel and take them to their hair appointment. After I agreed to pick them up I realized this twist of fate had set my course of action. The bride and her party were staying at the Century City Hyatt. At the time, most major airlines had an office in that hotel. This was back in the days when to buy an airline ticket you had to go to an actual airline office. One of the things that made me uneasy about buying my friend a ticket to Paris at that office (which was my only choice--LAX was too far away) was the risk that I would bump into the bride or a bridesmaid while I was there.

But now I could pick up the bride and her bridesmaids, drop them at their hair appointment, and circle back to the airline office in the hotel secure in the knowledge that they weren't there. Perfect!

I picked up the bride and her two bridesmaids. She knew I had seen the groom that morning. She was nervous. She asked me how he was. I lied and said he was fine. She asked how she looked. I told her she looked terrfic. She kept smoothing her skirt over her legs. I realized she had talked on the phone with the groom that morning. She had probably picked up his doubts in his voice. She was scared. I assured her that everything was fine. I felt bad for her.

And just like that, I knew I could not buy an airplane ticket. I had met the bride only two days earlier, but on this car ride I had crossed a line and had become a member of the bride's party. I could not tell her all would be well and then circle back to the hotel where she was staying and buy the groom an airplane ticket so he could leave her at the altar. The perfidy was just too thick.

Still, I couldn't do nothing. The groom had been my friend since the sixth grade. I was giving another mutual friend from the sixth grade a ride to the wedding. I told him everything and together we decided the best I could do was leave the Vegas option open until the last minute. We drove to the church an hour early so we could get the parking spot of our choice. I parked right by the right side door. I made sure the car was pointed towards the freeway.

I figured out where in the church I should sit so that if I saw the groom headed out that side door during the ceremony I could get to the car just before he did and unlock it. He and I ran track together, so I knew just how much faster he was than I was. Our plan was for me to meet the groom at the car and for the other friend to stay behind and face the bridal misery and wrath.

When the groom arrived, we showed him where I would sit and showed him the door where he would find my car. I repeated that he didn't have to marry her. He said he did.And he did. At the reception, when it was time to give speeches, the groom pointed straight at me. I stood and gave a long, impassioned speech about how happy they would be together. Because that's what friends do. 

When they need the truth, you give them the truth. When they need you to pretend, you pretend. sThe marriage lasted less than a year. He got his secretary pregnant. He married his secretary. They are still together.

/NightHawkHat/

My friend was with this girl for almost 4 years before he proposed, it was another year before the wedding. On the wedding day the bride's mother objected because she didn't actually like him. Her parents never liked him and assumed that the relationship would end before it ever got this far. The bride said she needed a moment and she and her parents went to this little back room in the church.

They were in there for at least 30 minutes, maybe more. (Honestly, after a few minutes I pulled out my phone and started to reddit, so I don't know how long exactly. No one said a word the whole time, just one long uncomfortable silence)

Finally the door opens. The groom was actually sitting on the floor outside the room, and you could easily see the worry on his face. The bride's head pokes out and she waves him in. They were in there for only a few minutes this time. The door opened again and he walked right out of the building without saying a word, got into his limo and drove off.

The bride was in tears (she was fine when she waved him in, now she was crying so hard I was amazed she could breathe), so her mother announced to everyone in a very stern, nearly robotic voice that the wedding was off.

Apparently she loved him, but she puts so much stock in what her parents think that she decided if they don't like him she can't marry him. I got this from my friend, I never talked to her again. It wasn't hard to track him down. When he left I only hesitated a minute to hear the announcement then I was in my car and following him (not a whole lot of limo's in my town, and after a few minutes it was clear he was going to the house they were leasing since about a month before). I was probably only a minute or so behind him.

I let myself in. He was sitting at the table, just staring. He didn't even have an emotion on his face, just blank. I sat next to him for a minute of silence. I'm absolutely terrible at things like this. But I knew there was nothing I could say that would help in anyway so I said the only thing I could, "You alright?" and he lost it right there and started bawling. A minute later the doorbell rang (it's just habit to always lock the front door when I walk into his house), so I got up and answered. His mom, brother, and a few close friends were outside, they were probably only a minute behind me.

After the initial "Oh my God! Are you OK?" and the like a group of 5 of us sat there listening to him talk between sobs for a few hours. I don't think anyone but him talked for about an hour, maybe more. Eventually he stood up and walked to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine. I remembered being with him when he bought it a few days ago, it was something expensive. Their flight to the honeymoon wasn't until the next morning, so he had bought it so they would have something to celebrate when they got home that night.

He popped the cork, took another look at the label "Some celebration, huh?" and chugged at least a good third of the bottle in one go.

Things kinda just got sadder from there. It seems the alcohol gave him the strength to say some things he was holding back before. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore. Looking for an excuse to go out I leaned over to his brother and whispered that I was going to get some food. I called the pizza place, ordered a few pies and drove over and waited there for them to cook.

After the food was demolished the monologue turned into more of a conversation. It was well passed midnight when people started to clear out. Everyone went home but his brother, who stayed behind to keep an eye on him/take care of him.

/Cold_oak/

Not an objection during, but my husband's aunt spouted off a really bitchy and offensive statement after. This is kind of long-I just want to make sure I explain why she said what she did. My husband and I had been together for almost 12 years before we got married. I have known his family since I was 19 when he and I met. His aunt is a smart lady, I like her and all, but I also know she can be a huge bitch.

Getting married was never really a priority for us. We were engaged for almost 7 years before we finally tied the knot. As romantic as it sounds, the 2 deciding factors for us getting married when we did (in 2012) was that my husband needed insurance and also we thought getting married on leap day would be funny. We weren't really going to do much-just go to the Justice of the Peace and then meet up with family and friends for a nice dinner. Plus we were pretty broke, and couldn't really afford much.

So Feb 28th rolls around, and I woke up in a horrible amount of pain in my abdomen that had started the night before. I go to work, and can hardly move. I can't eat, and I am battling nausea all day. As the pain gets worse, I finally leave work and go to the emergency room. While they are admitting me, I remember my pulse was like 121, and my blood pressure was extremely low. I black out, and come to in a hospital room. They start doing tests, and take me to get a cat scan (I think) of my abdomen.

Turns out that my abdomen is full of fluid. I apparently had a cyst on my ovary rupture and I was bleeding internally. I had lost a lot of blood already, and it was just getting worse. (I have polycystic ovarian syndrome, so ruptured cysts were common. They usually just feel like you're getting stabbed when they burst, then the pain goes away. I was never even aware that what was happening to me could happen with PCOS.)

My OB/GYN comes to the hospital to explain they have to keep me overnight, because if the bleeding doesn't stop, I will need emergency surgery to have the ovary removed. I just kept pitifully saying "But I am getting married tomorrow." I was pretty sad about it.So I have been at this hospital (really kind of an urgent care) and they tell me that I have to wait for an ambulance to transport me to their big hospital, since I had to stay overnight. They finally get me to that hospital and my room at about 2 am (I had been at the urgent care since about 3 pm). I tried to make the best of it, joking around with the ambulance drivers and my nurses. I think they all took pity on me, not only because of the massive amount of pain I was in, but that my wedding day was essentially ruined.

I didn't get much sleep, even though they gave me lots of morphine. Around 10 am or so, my family (who live a few hours away) show up at my hospital room, along with my best friend, who is a photgrapher, and my soon to be husband. The bleeding had finally stopped, and they were going to try to release me that evening. I called the JoP to cancel our appointment. When I explained to him what happened, he just told me that if we still wanted to get married, call him 30 minutes before we wanted him there, and he would do it at the hospital. After talking with everyone, we decided to go through with it.

We let his family know, and none of them showed up. They had said previously that giving them 3 months notice wasn't enough time to allow them to make sure they were free to come to the previous ceremony we had planned at a park. I guess we should have expected the no-shows, but stupid me thought that maybe since i was in the hospital for something kind of serious, they would maybe take some time out of their busy schedule to at least come visit. I think they were a bit salty that we were being very non-traditional, I don't know. It was hurtful.

So, we got married right in my hospital room. I did up my makeup and fixed my hair, though because of my IV, I couldn't wear my dress, and got married in a hospital gown. I am still mad at myself for not taking that thing with me when I left. My friend took beautiful pictures of it, and it was happy. I am not super bummed, because it is a funny story. When I was finally released that night, we went to my mom's hotel room. My husband picked us up some Steak N Shake, we ate the delicious fancy cake and cupcakes I had already ordered, and called it a night. My now in-laws were throwing a party for family members with a birthday in

February that weekend. They ended up adding in a congratulations party for us into it as well.

I was still in a lot of pain, because I was still full of blood, and couldn't even fit into my jeans anymore, I was so bloated. We went to the get together. As we mingled, and accepted the congrats, and told the story of the wedding, the aunt uttered the words that made me tell this long ass story. After I finished telling her about the whole affair, she says "Well, maybe it was god's way of telling you that you were doing it wrong and shouldn't be getting married like that when you did."

I was floored. I was hurt. I couldn't even reply, and just walked away. We left shorly after that, and to this day, it is one of the most heinous things she has done to me (the first being that not telling me about her mother wanting me to have her wedding and engagement ring after she passed away-no one even told me about it. Someone spilled the beans years later! The aunt kept every piece of our grandmother's jewelry, and never honored her wishes to give it to who was requested. I love our grandmother-I still cry about missing her, and just that she wanted me to have it means so much to me. I just think that is a pretty wretched thing for the aunt to do).

So yeah-that is the story of how god tried to make me bleed to death to keep me from marrying the man I love in a way his shitty family deemed unworthy enough to suit them. On a better note, we are planning on doing another ceremony on our first anniversary in 2 years, and actually take a damn honeymoon! :D

/mostlywrong/

I've never been to a wedding where someone objected but I'm worried it's going to happen at my wedding. When my fiancé and I got engaged, we'd known each other for about 7 months, which is a short time but honestly, it felt right for both of us. Unfortunately his mother passed away just over a month ago. She'd been battling cancer and we knew it was coming, but not as soon as it did.

Pretty much since her diagnosis, I had pretty much spent my days with her at their house since both my fiancé and his dad were at work. I work too, but only part time and since I wasn't back in school yet, I had the time to do it.

During that time we bonded a bit, but in the last bit of her time, I willingly admit I hadn't been there as much as I should've been. I really don't deal well with death and situations like that (well nobody really does but I always end up just hiding away and avoiding it which isn't good).

Either way, since then, one of my fiancé's aunts has been completely bitchy to me as well as my fiancé and his dad. The other day he posted something on Facebook about how he loves me and how much I mean to him and stuff. Nothing obscene or explicit, and his cousin made a joke saying "I think I puked a bit. Keep it off Facebook guys" with a smiley face so he was joking. This aunt sends my fiancé a message saying "Yeah Jeff those comments are sick. Take them down."

My fiancé also asked her to go check in on his dad while we recently went on a trip to Florida that we had pre-planned months and months before all this happened and that his mom had literally wanted us to go on. She replied saying "Oh he wasn't home and don't worry, he's a big boy" then proceeded to try to make him feel like crap because we were out of the country.

Then the daughter of this aunt the other day starts trying to convince my fiancé that we should do a destination wedding because it's "cheaper", but if we did that, his family would be fine to attend since they're well enough off they could afford it. My sister is currently working part time at a grocery store trying to save up for school.

My other sister is dependent on my mom since she's only 15 and my mom is a single mom also working at a retail store. My dad is currently off work due to his recent diagnosis with Crohn's Disease and illness related.

My stepmom works at a non-profit so she's making some money but not enough to afford that. My fiancé told her that not everyone we'd want there would be able to afford it and her response was "Well tell them to save up. It'd be over a year away anyway".

I know it shouldn't really be bugging me but it is. The other daughter of this aunt is actually one of my bridesmaids, and I'm even worrying they're going to try and convince her not to do it. I'm being a bit paranoid I know, but I can't help but feel they're really not liking me.

/kaitie210/

I wrote and put together most of the ceremony that my husband and I had at our wedding, so there wasn't actually a point at which people were asked if they objected. That being said, my husband's stepmother at the time objected all over the place.

She lectured me at the bridal shower. Said that my (future) husband was a loser and wouldn't stick around, that "FAMILY" is really important to her and she didn't seem me as a part of their family.

At the rehearsal, she said I was rude because I didn't include my brother-in-law's girlfriend (who I'd never met prior, who was not invited, and who I did not know was even coming), and that I was being "bitchy about everything."

She offered money to the groomsmen the night before the wedding to take him to a strip club and find a hooker to sleep with him. She told the best man (his brother) to try and sleep with me that same night. He got drunk, came to my hotel room, and tried to kiss my neck while telling me that he was better for me than my husband would be. Why my brother in law did this is beyond me. I told my husband a few months later and I don't think they've ever spoken about it.

The morning of the wedding, her husband (my father in law) asked me why my family was so broke and said that his wife (the stepmom) told him my dad was a loser who couldn't keep a job and that he should be ashamed to show up at my wedding when he couldn't pay for it himself. I held my breath through the entire ceremony, expecting her to stand up and shout something. She and my father in law were divorced a couple of years later and my FIL has since apologized for all of the stuff he said on her behalf. I don't forgive that fat bitch, though.

Then there’s the story my uncle told me about my parents' wedding. My mom's step mother was a Grade A bitch from hell. She made snide comments about my dad's family being a bunch of inbred hillbillies, told my dad he'd never be able to give my mom the life my grandfather had given her, and told my mom on the eve of her wedding that "all men cheat, only dramatic bitches make a big deal about it." She also insisted that she, my grandfather, and my grandmother (who he'd cheated on with this awful shrew and eventually left her for) share a car. Most likely so she could shove her "happy" marriage in my grandmother's face.

Anyway, my dad's mom was an absolute saint. Seriously the kind of woman who never had a negative word to say about anybody. It didn't matter if she hated your guts, she'd find one thing to like about you and just gush over that one thing.

They're all lining up after the wedding for pictures, and the photographer says he wants to take some family shots. My aunts, uncles, cousin, and grandparents (and step grandma) all go up to the front of the church. My sweet, sweet paternal grandmother takes step-bitch by the hand, leads her to the pew, and says, "This one is just for family, you need to wait right here until it's your turn."

At this point, step monster burst into tears (probably one of the few demonstrations of human emotion in her life) and stormed out of the church. My uncle said that my grandmother had the biggest smirk on her face, and looking at the pictures now, I can see it. I love that my grandmother was able to take that woman down a few pegs without ever uttering an ugly word to her.

/MrsAnthropy/

I was at my cousin's wedding once when something close to this happened, but it was narrowly averted. My cousin's ex-boyfriend had been invited, but he showed up clearly pretty drunk. My uncle was keeping an eye on him from a distance, and he was pretty pissed about the guy being drunk already. It was a pretty clear disaster waiting to happen.

Anyway, this drunk guy was milling about with the rest of the guests waiting for the wedding to start, but he was mainly sticking to one group of guys who were mutual friends with the bride and groom and this ex. They were trying to get him to cool off, but apparently he was making shitty rude comments about the groom and whining about the wedding.

My uncle was getting angrier and angrier, and I was actually getting kind of worried that he might try to fight the guy or something. My uncle had paid a lot for this wedding, and this was his only kid that was getting married so he had been really stoked about it from the beginning. He loved the groom, too, so this dickhead ex even stirring up the slightest trouble got my uncle pretty riled up.

About fifteen minutes before the ceremony was about to start, one of the guys from the group trying to keep control of this crazy ex came over to my uncle and told him that the ex was planning on objecting to the wedding. I was right by my uncle, so I heard everything.

My uncle starting swearing and making very specific threats under his breath, and I was pretty sure he was going to possibly try to stab the guy or something, so I stepped in because I didn't want him to cause the scene he really wanted to avoid in the first place. I told him I would do what I could to handle the situation for him so he could enjoy his little girl's big day.

So I walked over to the guy and the friends around him and asked him to come with me around the side of the church. He resisted a bit, slurring and cursing, but I managed to drag him around out of sight. I'm not a fighter, so I wasn't about to try brawling with this idiot, but I had to try something. I figured I would at least try to reason with him, however drunk he was.

I said, "Look, man. This is a big day for a lot of people over there. You can't be objecting to this wedding." He basically told me to fuck off and tried to push me out of the way and head back to the front of the church with his friends. I grabbed him by the arm to stop him. Knowing I had basically one chance to prevent this prick from making the huge scene he apparently desperately wanted to make, I figured maybe a bribe?

I jerked his arm back and said, "Look, dude. What's it going to take to get you to knock this shit off and go away." He stood there looking at me for a second. I wasn't sure he even understood what I meant because he was so wasted, but then he finally said, "About tree fiddy."

It was about this time I realized this ex-boyfriend was about a two hundred foot tall crustacean from the paleolithic era. I said, "Goddammit, monster, I'm not giving you no damn tree fiddy!" so he just swam away. Couldn’t resist :)

/Butthole__Pleasures/

Yeesh, my mother in law is a piece of work. My dad (a baptist minister) preformed my ceremony amidst some severe health problems (dialysis was not kind to him). He had his ups and downs, so my uncle (also a minister) was on stand by just in case.

During all of this my mil to be kept making insane demands about the ceremony, reception, everything, because she wanted the wedding to match her vision. (She also didn't care much for me, but it became obvious she couldn't stop the wedding so she just tried to control it, but that's another story.)

The day of the rehearsal we were already running behind and she starts screaming at my dad that she doesn't want him to use the name "Jesus" at any point because their family is Jewish. She's already demanded that we include several traditions that my then fiancee wasn't interested in (he doesn't practice at all).

But apparently our family traditions weren't valid. My dad just told her he was going to pray the way he knew how to pray, and got into the car to leave, as her family is trying to pull her away from making yet another scene.

Day of the wedding comes. Everything goes well including the science demonstration we subbed in for a candle lighting (it was rad). My dad does his closing prayer and ends it with "in Jesus' name we pray". She flips out. Throws her hand bag down on the bench and proceeds to try and storm out of the chapel.

Luckily one of the friends she brought with her was sitting in an aisle and grabbed her and forced her to sit down again. Apparently a lot of people missed her mini tantrum due to her friend's quick acting. She wonders why I'm not quick to want to go visit her or go on trips with her on a moment's notice. It's crap like that stunt! Husband and I are doing peachy 3 years down the line and we live in another state, thank goodness.

The science demonstration, however, was short, sweet, and awesome. My husband is a chemist, and we were looking for some unique things to include in our ceremony. One tradition that is fairly common is a candle lighting- the bride and groom light several individual candles and then light one together, signifying the union of two families or people or something.

Often this is to music. Well, we liked the whole union thing, but were meh to the candles. So instead, we had a small table with a large empty glass vase on it. Then (during the obligatory music) we took two medium vases which were full of water and poured them into the large vase together-

EXCEPT we were actually performing a simple acid base reaction- so when the two liquids united in the large vase they turned a bright pink. It was pretty cool, received an audible gasp from the audience, and one of my friends said that that was the moment when she cried. FOR SCIENCE.

/boozyjenkins/

While I haven't been an official guest at a dramatic wedding, I did have the chance to witness one. I've told the story before... but given that it's the only such wedding I've ever seen, I'll offer it again.

At the time, I was selling my services as a videographer, and I had been booked to shoot a choral performance at a local church. Although I had an assistant to help me with my second camera, I always made a point of setting things up on my own, and so I did my best to arrive at least an hour and a half before I was scheduled to start filming.

On the day in question, I discovered that the church had been previously reserved for a wedding party, and so I had little choice but to wait for the service to finish. It seemed like a fairly generic ceremony. Awkwardly played organ music signaled the entrance of the procession, and as everyone took their places near the altar, things appeared to be going according to plan. Then, the time came for the bride to make her appearance. The doors opened, and there she was, smiling radiantly as she shuffled up the aisle.

She was a large (in both the tall and broad senses) woman who could have been anywhere from twenty-five to forty-five, and I found myself wondering why she wasn't being accompanied by anyone. Perhaps, I reasoned, she simply didn't have a father, or maybe she had decided to do away with that particular tradition.

The truth, as it turned out, was a little bit less benign. As the priest began his speech - that same "Dearly Beloved" bit that you see in the movies - a man stood up in the audience. "You still have time!" he shouted, and although he was quickly shushed by the woman next to him, his words seemed to have an effect.

The groom - a small, frail-looking man with a ponytail - meekly held up a hand. The priest stopped talking, and though I couldn't see the bride's face, I could hear her angrily hissing something to her husband-to-be. "Excuse me," the man said. "I..." he paused, growing bright red. After a moment, he continued. "I'm sorry," he said. He murmured something to the woman in white, offered a few words to the best man, and then promptly fainted.

Now, at first, I figured that the groom had suffered some sort of medical event, and that the wedding would continue. My assumption was quickly proven false as the best man literally picked up his friend and strutted down the aisle, saying not a word to anybody. Throughout the entire scene, everyone was completely silent, until at last the bride found her voice.

"I hate you all!" she shrieked. She stormed away from the altar, and nobody followed her; not even a bridesmaid. For a few seconds, everyone sat in shock, until the man from before stood up again.
"I'm sorry for wasting everyone's time," he said. "You're all still welcome to come to the reception."

The crowd started to clear out after that, with everyone whispering to each other. From what I was able to figure out, it seemed like the bride had more or less bullied the groom into the idea of marriage as a means of curing his homosexuality. The man who had spoken up was actually the bride's father, which didn't bode well for their next family gathering. I even overheard a few attendees claim that the groom wasn't actually gay, but that he had claimed to be when he had tried to break up with his domineering girlfriend.

All in all, it was rather like being caught in the middle of a soap opera's finale. You can imagine how hard I mentally kicked myself when I realized that I could have filmed it. The bride is a lout. The groom passes out. The bride hates everyone, which nobody doubts.

/RamsesThePigeon/

YES! Back in early 1980whenever I was quite young, maybe 9 or 10, and my mother's youngest sister was getting married (mother is oldest of 6 siblings, aunt getting married was the youngest, my aunt is only 10 years older than me). Ceremony was taking place at my grandparents place. Their place was like a California ranch plonked into Rural NSW, Australia. Beautiful place, fruit and nut trees, grape vines, dairy cows, lovely stuff. Wedding setup was out front, there's a very nice garden between the front of the house and the road leading up, koi pond, arches, green lawns, bushes and flowerbeds, the works.

There's a front fence bordering the front of the property with is comprised of literal tree rounds a good 30" across standing about 8 feet high (I used to love just sitting on top of them) with three large rails and heavy squared mesh between each post, leading to a gate entrance of large stone blocks and more extra large posts. Relevant later.

Now my aunt, for whatever reason got slapped with the "refined" version of the family's genetics, a bit like one of my uncles. Needless to say she's had her share of suitors, and my now uncle was definitely the pick of the bunch. Maybe not as financially secure as some, but a great guy, wicked sense of humour and he was a pretty good looking rooster to boot.

Day of the wedding, there's the usual bubbling excitement and hubbub, but there's also this weird undercurrent of nervous energy and uncles are gathering a lot to rhubarb amongst themselves.

Anyway, guests are arriving, things are getting underway, music is playing, then some uncles & Co. are up and off to the front gate, there's a car coming up the road and they're all a flutter. Couple of them jump in a car to head down the road to head this car off. I don't make out too many of the details here but the cars ended up nose to nose a ways down the road with the guys down there directing the other incoming traffic around, and some commotion and animated gesturing from the incoming car's occupant and 'Uncles and Co.' after some time the invited guests have arrived, everyone is seated and groom (uncle chad) comes out.

A messenger is sent down to the delegation to inform the wedding is about to start. As Uncles and Co. start getting back into their cars, the messenger 180s and uses his car to block the entrance into the driveway, with big fuckoff stone piers to either side of this car. Big old Valiant or somesuch. Delegation arrives back at the gate and manoeuvres to park across the entrance, right behind the Valiant (I think, could have been an old Fairmont. I digress).

Most of the Fellowship of the Uncles has joined the seated, one & Co. remain at the entrance where "uninvited guest" (UG) has now driven to. Seeing he can't drive past, he exits car and proceeds to try and climb the fence. Wedding march begins. U&Co. are pushing him back from climbing over the top. Some fists are thrown. UG decides a short sit on the ground after being popped in the chops and falling to the ground is in order.

Bride comes out, starts the aisle walk. Pretty sure she had no idea what was going down at that point. As she gets near to the ...spot? where the celebrant & groom are waiting, UG starts yelling her name. More of Uncles & Co. return to the fenceline, some animated gesturing takes place. Calling out stops, UG gets in to his car. Starts revving really loud and laying on the horn.

More "& Co". make their way to the fence. UG backs up, and tries to ram through the spars between the posts. Did I mention these spars were pretty heavy duty? UG crashes into the spar rails, which hardly seem to move. UG's car looks wrecked. Won't reverse. UG gets out, climbs on bonnet, and tries to jump the fence again. Ceremony is in full swing, we can only hear faint murmurings of the commotion. At this stage Uncles, Ringins & Co. decide enough is enough, and drag UG over the fence so they can hold him down.

We're right at the point where Uncle Chad and Aunt are about to say their vows, celebrant kind of hesitates, "Uh, if uh, any man here should, uh, object to this union here today, speak now, or forever hold your peace". ENTIRE CONGREGATION looks over to where UG is, now being held face-down in the grass, quiet for the first time since arrival, while someone appears to be trying to tie his ankles with a belt. Aunt shuts her eyes and sighs. Celebrant: "I guess not?" Congregation nervous titters. The Fellowship of the Uncles and their Mates now carry the hog-tied would-be objector off around the side to who knows where, rest of the ceremony goes ahead smoothly, rings, kissing, etc. Best. Wedding. Ever.

/SirPiffingsthwaite/

A cousin of mine had planned a wedding to get married to a guy the family had a bad feeling about. On top of being a slob in his appearance, he had the frantic desperate energy of a man who just viewed women for sexual use first and foremost. It wasn’t even one member that picked up bad vibes, it was most of us. We’re big believers in first impressions. I know this will sound vain but great grandpa, 98, as a result of his family long being in the menswear business, has always told the women in the family to never trust a man who’s just content with others seeing his wife as desirable, nothing should be more embarrassing to a man that when others question what his woman sees in him.

A man should have the common sense to present groomed, clean and have a sense of respect for his looks just as much as a woman would. You don’t have to be a dandy to becoming to your partner. The logic being that because a man’s woman is usually desirable to him, he’ll want his wife more than she does, be thrilled about sex to the point that it’s an obligation and she’ll never stop hearing his complaints about not getting enough action; and all too willingly ignore how they might be contributing to the lack of desire in their women by not putting balanced efforts since getting laid, not harmony, was the priority.

A guy that won’t look after himself won’t be receptive to their wives or kids. Guys like that end up relying on money to retain women and confuse irresponsibility or crassness as “humor” and will be unprepared when they realize their woman is human at heart too. A ticking bomb of an issue when women are terrible liars and men are too sensitive to rejection. Harmony should speak for itself. The family got the feeling he was going to be what we call a “leach”. One of those people who will drain you of energy until they can’t anymore.

My cousin is one of those boy crazy women who lives for the show and refuses to listen to reason. We eventually learned she had a bad breakup with an athlete previously that left her trying to score easy pickings, but we had a feeling that the new guy was going to be even worse. Guys like that tend to form a sense of entitlement to attention and access to women; refusing to put up any effort on their behalf thinking it won’t improve their connections. We just saw this was going to end bad. He deserved someone who wanted him just as much as he would and she deserved someone she wasn’t going to deprive of enjoying her.

The family got together and decided that if she wasn’t going to listen we weren’t going to the wedding and we didn’t. We look to reason to understand feelings and we knew our logic was sound. The wedding was nigh empty. Turns out we were right, he turned out to be physically and emotionally abusive to her and he wanted her to be super traditional while his efforts consisted of just working, paying half of their expenses and demanding sex frequently from her. He ended up raping her repeatedly as a result. It’s not that we didn’t understand him but we really aren’t fond of settling. Looking back, the family didn’t agree because the reasons she told us for choosing him gave a bad omen.

She said she chose him because he was easy and his being unattractive, she thought he would be kinder and not cheat. At least the first guy actually told her he wasn’t ready to commit! The first guy didn’t string her along she just got attached when he deliberately told her from the start. For better or worse, at least he was honest. He husband turned out exactly the opposite and even gave her an STD about three months into the marriage from cheating on the side. When the cousin didn’t come to a family gathering uncle got suspicious and flew with his son from the other side of the country to check on the cousin.

He found out the cousin was getting even more depressed, she was anxious and not eating properly, had suffered a miscarriage and just looked exhausted and drained. She looked like she gave up which uncle took as a sign she likely wanted the husband off her case, especially considering cousin historically had been very vain and fashionable. That fast a change said something was up. So they pushed her to spill what was going on and she cracked. The men stayed there waiting for the son in law and the second he came in through the door ended up beating the guy to a pulp before talking to the guy.

Uncle told my cousin indefinitely that they weren’t going to work out even if the couple forgave each other since the tactics he resorted to put her in danger: Even if he was sexually hungry he shouldn’t have done that the way he did, especially since she can’t fight back. The stress also cost them a baby that they wanted. It would only get worse from there if they keep tallying bad memories and decisions. The cousin finally relented and decided to end it. Her husband knew better than to push and it seemed even he got some sense from the confrontation.

From there, Uncle and cousin flew back with her to their home state and cousin ended up divorcing about six months later. My cousin’s fine now three years in and we heard the guy got married again (and we hope he got the sense to pick a woman who genuinely wants him). The cousin’s got engaged this year to the right guy for her. The family can’t wait for their wedding, he’s awesome and they act like little toddlers with their first crush when they’re together. We’re ecstatic with them.

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Some background: I'm first generation American from an Indian family. Some of you may know how the more traditional Indians tend to not like seeing younger Indians in relationships out of our race - in fact a few weeks ago I was wandering around with my girlfriend, who is white, and she got shot a total death glare by an older Indian lady (complete stranger).

My SO asked me about it afterwards because of how uncomfortable it made her feel. So anyway! Story: My father's eldest brother is much older than he is, like 20 years or so. Honestly, since I never met my paternal grandfather (he died when my father was three) and can barely remember my paternal grandmother, my dad's elder brother and his wife are functionally my grandparents.

My uncle moved to the states in the mid fifties. He was a doctor, following his father, and would regularly send letters and gifts to the family back in India. In fact, my dad still has the first toy he ever owned, a train set that my uncle sent him.

Fast forward a few years. My uncle meets a woman in New York and falls for her. He knows his mother would never approve of him marrying a white girl, especially since he's the oldest boy in the family. He goes ahead and does it anyway. For three years he doesn't tell his mother that he's married, even visiting periodically without my aunt.

Finally, their first child is born and my aunt puts her foot down. So my uncle writes his mother a letter, enclosing a picture of my aunt and another of my cousin. My grandma, rather understandably, flips her shit, and writes him back a letter, brutally detailing how he destroyed the trust she had in him.

Funny thing is. The same day as my uncle got this letter, my aunt got one from my grandmother as well, in a separate envelope addressed to her. For those of you wondering about all this letter writing, it was back when airmail was cheaper than international calls)

My aunt told me that when she opened the letter her hands were shaking with nervousness. And to paraphrase a 10 page letter, all it said was, "Welcome to the family. You are my daughter now, and I will love and treat you as such. Please come to India so I can meet you and my grandchild,"

My aunt actually found the letter and showed it to my mother (who was quite close with my grandmother). My mom was sobbing like a child reading it, it was kinda weird to see (my mom's not really like that).

So yeah, it's pretty good to know that despite all the cultural and generational differences my family has, we still have someone like my grandma to set the record straight on the shit that's actually important.

So, I used to be part of a large social circle of schoolmates, and we just added to the circle once everyone went off to different colleges There was this couple, and they started dating at 15 and stayed together through all of high school and college. A few years laterr the guys parents told him that they had found a wife for him... it was a big deal at the time because it would be the first step to merging two family corporations...

The guy wasn't interested but eventually bowed to the situation, broke up, and got married to her... i remember our circle of friends all basically spent the time consoling both parties.. and man, we spent a lot of time getting drunk to forget. The day of wedding we basically split into shifts half with the guy at his wedding and then after a while switch with the other half that kept the girl company in a resort about an hour or so away..

Now don't feel sorry for the girl,who was left behind, she herself is from a much larger background...its just that they were in different fields so really both families did not agree with the marriage.. anyway, about 6 months later her parents also found the perfect match for her.. scion of another family...

So this is where the story gets back on to the topic... the original boyfriend was devastated when he found out.. At the time, he barely knew his wife, and he wasn't making any efforts to do so.. because he was too hung up on his loss of original relationship... anyway, we all had a get together... and the guy shows up with his wife... things got real tense real fast...

I remember that time well because suddenly I was drafted to keep the wife company... while the other guys went to sit on the dude and calm him down... the girls went to keep her company...

the reason i was chosen was becuase i was overseas most of the time at the period on business through the previous incidents, so I only saw her once...

Everyone else pointed out that was exactly the reason why I was chosen becuase if they got involved it would seen like they were interfering on the marriage and siding with the other girl....

So I spend the next half hour with the girl telling her it's gonna be fine... there's just a lot of emotional issues that needs to be resolved... (all this while we could hear him yelling about how much he regrets his life etc)...

Honestly I really learned to respect the new addition to the group.. she teared a bit.. but she toughed it out... After that.. fast forward a few days later... the guys call me up and say that there was a real concern that he would show up and do something silly at the wedding.. so one group of guys made the plan to call him out to help him take his mind of it...

Basically planned to take him to a bar with at least a 2 hour distance away from the wedding venue...so it would be too late for him to come back.. also the plan was "they would drive" becuase as they said he was too emotional to drive.

Anyway, wedding starts we are all there (well most of us) we did inform the girl of why the others couldnt show up.. she did find that amusing.. we wished the bride and groom well... new hubby was a real nice guy.. so yeah... it was basically a group effort to prevent the objection... Im pleased to say 12 years later... both couples have settled well into their marriages and the joy they find with each other and their children is sometimes palpable..

/spartan-wrath/

So ,I used to be part of a large social circle of schoolmates, and we just added to the circle once everyone went off to different colleges

There was this couple, and they started dating at 15 and stayed together through all of high school and college. A few years laterr the guys parents told him that they had found a wife for him... it was a big deal at the time because it would be the first step to merging two family corporations...

The guy wasn't interested but eventually bowed to the situation, broke up, and got married to her... i remember our circle of friends all basically spent the time consoling both parties.. and man, we spent a lot of time getting drunk to forget.

The day of wedding we basically split into shifts half with the guy at his wedding and then after a while switch with the other half that kept the girl company in a resort about an hour or so away..

Now don't feel sorry for the girl,who was left behind, she herself is from a much larger background...its just that they were in different fields so really both families did not agree with the marriage.. anyway, about 6 months later her parents also found the perfect match for her.. scion of another family...

So this is where the story gets back on to the topic... the original boyfriend was devastated when he found out.. At the time, he barely knew his wife, and he wasn't making any efforts to do so.. because he was too hung up on his loss of original relationship... anyway, we all had a get together... and the guy shows up with his wife... things got real tense real fast...

I remember that time well because suddenly I was drafted to keep the wife company... while the other guys went to sit on the dude and calm him down... the girls went to keep her company...

the reason i was chosen was becuase i was overseas most of the time at the period on business through the previous incidents, so I only saw her once...

everyone else pointed out that was exactly the reason why I was chosen becuase if they got involved it would seen like they were interfering on the marriage and siding with the other girl....

So I spend the next half hour with the girl telling her it's gonna be fine... there's just a lot of emotional issues that needs to be resolved... (all this while we could hear him yelling about how much he regrets his life etc)... honestly I really learned to respect the new addition to the group.. she teared a bit.. but she toughed it out...

After that.. fast forward a few days later... the guys call me up and say that there was a real concern that he would show up and do something silly at the wedding.. so one group of guys made the plan to call him out to help him take his mind of it... basically planned to take him to a bar with at least a 2 hour distance away from the wedding venue...so it would be too late for him to come back.. also the plan was "they would drive" becuase as they said he was too emotional to drive.

Anyway, wedding starts we are all there (well most of us) we did inform the girl of why the others couldnt show up.. she did find that amusing.. we wished the bride and groom well... new hubby was a real nice guy.. so yeah... it was basically a group effort to prevent the objection...

Im pleased to say 12 years later... both couples have settled well into their marriages and the joy they find with each other and their children is sometimes palpable..

/spartan-wrath/

I went to a relative's wedding and nothing really bad happened there, but the bride had a falling out with her dad over the thing. Her dad didn't go to it and I'm still not clear on the details, but she has since cut all ties, won't speak to him, and basically disowned him, her step-mom, her half brother and his wife.

I hardly ever go to weddings, but I decided to go to her wedding after I learned her dad wouldn't be there and I kinda felt sorry for her. mAnyway, I ended up taking photos of the wedding. There was a professional photographer there, but I like to take photos and didn't figure anyone would care.

There were a few other people there taking pics as well. So I post these wedding pics to Facebook so the family can see them and she likes them and acts really happy about them.

A few months later she sends me a private message asking me to please delete a photo I had on my Facebook page. It was from a few years before where of her and her dad were standing together. I was Facebook friends with her dad also and she didn't want him seeing them, even though he never gets on Facebook.

I thought it was kinda childish asking someone to delete photos for that reason, but I did it anyway because I don't want to get in the middle of this thing between them and people had pretty much already seen them.

A few months after that, she sends me an angry PM saying she thought she told me to get rid of all of her pictures. I told her she said just the one of her and her dad together (I still had the message, so I know exactly what it said). Then she gets angry that I have photos of her wedding that her dad (WHO NEVER GETS ON FACEBOOK) could possibly see.

She said that was her photos and I had no right to post them...even though I took the damn things and she originally said she liked them when I originally posted them. I deleted them and all the other photos of her, not because she asked me to, but because this was pissing me off and I was tired of her getting mad at me for this stupid shit.

Anyway, she married some really religious preacher's son, which he seemed okay at the time, but she's gone really religious on us and she has un-friended me from Facebook, either because of the picture thing, or because she might have looked at my atheist religious status.

After all of that, she no longer even has me added on Facebook. Anyway, I find it funny that someone that wants Jesus to forgive them won't even forgive their own father for whatever the fuck he's done to piss her off.

/bracomadar/

Hi, Reddit. This is a story I never thought I'd share, but here goes. I was at my cousin's wedding. Everything was picture-perfect – the venue, the decor, and the bride looking stunning. That is, until the officiant asked if anyone objected.

Out of nowhere, the doors burst open. In came my cousin's ex, a woman he'd dated years ago. She was in tears, yelling about how he was making a huge mistake. You could hear a pin drop in that room.

The bride was in shock, my cousin was pale as a ghost, and the ex just kept going. She claimed they were still in love, that they were meant to be together. She even had old love letters as 'proof'.

Security tried to escort her out, but she resisted. She screamed about a trip they took to Paris, how they'd promised to marry each other there. My cousin denied it all, but his hesitance spoke volumes.

The bride, now in tears, ran off. The groom went after her, but not before throwing a glare at his ex. The guests were left in an awkward silence. Some tried to leave, others just whispered among themselves.

Later, we learned that the bride called off the wedding. She couldn't get over the doubts that incident planted in her mind. My cousin tried to explain, but it was too late.

The ex-girlfriend disappeared after that scene. Some say she planned it as revenge for their breakup. Others think she genuinely believed they were still in love.

My cousin is still single, and that day has become a sort of legend in our family. We still talk about it at every gathering, wondering what really happened between those two.

So, that's my story of a wedding gone wrong. Didn't think these things happened outside of movies, but I was proven wrong.

WeddingChaosTeller

Okay, Reddit, buckle up. I was at my friend's wedding. It was a lavish affair, everyone dressed to the nines. Just as they were about to exchange vows, a woman stood up, holding a little boy's hand.

"Stop the wedding!" she shouted. The bride looked horrified, and the groom turned white. The woman announced that the groom was the father of her child. It felt like a scene from a soap opera.

The groom denied it, but the woman was persistent. She claimed they had a brief affair and that he knew about the child. She had messages and pictures to back her claim.

The bride was sobbing. She confronted the groom right there at the altar. He kept denying, but the evidence was overwhelming.

The ceremony was halted. The guests were gossiping furiously, trying to piece together the story. The bride's family was furious, demanding the truth.

It turned out the groom did have an affair, but he claimed he didn't know about the child. The situation was messy, to say the least.

The wedding was called off. The bride left in a rush, and the groom was left to deal with the aftermath. The woman with the child left quietly, but the damage was done.

Later, I heard the groom took a paternity test. The child was his. He tried to reconcile with the bride, but she moved on. Last I heard, he was trying to be a part of his child's life.

That wedding was the talk of our town for months. Never thought I'd witness something like that in real life.

WeddingDramaWitness

Hey, Reddit. I've got a wedding story that's straight out of a thriller movie. I was at a friend's wedding. The couple seemed perfect for each other, or so we thought.

Right after the "I dos", a man stood up. He declared that the groom was already married – to him! Yes, you read that right. The groom had a husband.

The bride was in disbelief. The groom tried to play it off as a joke, but the man had their marriage certificate. He explained how they'd been married for years, and he'd only found out about the bride recently.

Chaos ensued. The bride's family was furious. The groom kept denying, but his husband had all the proof – photos, emails, everything.

The wedding turned into a confrontation. The bride slapped the groom, and her father demanded an annulment. The guests were in shock, many recording the drama.

It turned out the groom had been leading a double life. He'd travel for 'business', but was actually living with his husband in another state.

The wedding was obviously over. The bride left in tears, and the groom's secret life was exposed. The husband left, heartbroken but determined to expose the truth.

The aftermath was messy. The bride moved away, and the groom's life fell apart. Last I heard, he was trying to mend things with his husband, but it was a lost cause.

So that's my wild wedding story. Never thought I'd see something like that. Reality is stranger than fiction, huh?

DoubleLifeDrama

This one's a doozy, Reddit. I was at my brother's wedding. Everything was going smoothly until the vows. That's when the bride dropped a bombshell.

She stopped mid-vow, turned to the crowd, and confessed that she couldn't marry my brother. Why? Because she was in love with someone else – his best man!

The silence that followed was deafening. My brother looked like he'd been punched. The best man was just as shocked, not knowing she had feelings for him.

The bride apologized, saying she'd realized her true feelings too late. She couldn't go through with the wedding knowing she loved another.

The guests were in disbelief. Some were angry, others just confused. My brother was heartbroken, and the best man was torn between loyalty and his newfound feelings.

The wedding was called off on the spot. The bride left with tears in her eyes, and my brother was consoled by friends and family.

Later, I heard the bride and the best man started dating. My brother was devastated but eventually moved on.

That wedding became a cautionary tale about honesty and facing your true feelings. It was a day none of us will ever forget.

So yeah, that's my family's crazy wedding story. Who knew real life could be so dramatic?

UnexpectedConfessions

Reddit, here's a story for you. I was attending a distant relative's wedding. Just as they were about to exchange rings, a woman burst in, shouting that the groom was already engaged – to her!

The groom looked like he'd seen a ghost. The woman claimed they'd been engaged for years but he'd disappeared after taking her engagement ring.

The bride was in shock. The groom tried to deny it, but the woman had photos, messages, even an engagement announcement.

The ceremony stopped. Everyone was trying to figure out what was true. The bride's family was livid, demanding answers.

It turned out the groom had indeed been engaged to the woman. He'd left her and started a new life without ever breaking off the engagement.

The wedding was obviously off. The bride left in tears, and the groom was left to face the consequences of his actions. The other woman just stood there, vindicated but heartbroken.

The aftermath was a disaster. The groom tried to explain, but nobody wanted to hear it. He'd deceived two women and ruined what should've been a happy day.

Last I heard, the bride moved on and found happiness elsewhere. The groom's reputation was destroyed, and he disappeared from our community.

That's my insane wedding story. You think you know someone, and then...

WeddingWhistleblower

Hey Reddit, I've got a wedding story that's more mystery than romance. I was at my colleague's wedding. The ceremony was going smoothly, classic and elegant. Then, just as they were about to exchange vows, a man stood up, his face partly hidden by a hat.

He declared that the bride was not who she claimed to be. Everyone was stunned, especially the groom. The man claimed the bride had a secret identity, that she was a con artist who had duped many before.

The bride laughed it off at first, but as the man started listing specifics - places she'd been, names she'd used - her demeanor changed. She went from amused to pale and nervous.

The guests were whispering, trying to figure out if it was a joke. The groom looked at his bride, waiting for an explanation. But she remained silent, her eyes darting around the room.

The man continued, revealing how the bride had swindled his brother, leading to his financial ruin. He had proof - photos, emails, even legal documents.

The wedding turned into a courtroom drama. The bride finally spoke, admitting to her past but claiming she had changed and truly loved the groom.

The groom was torn. He loved her but felt betrayed. He decided to call off the wedding right there, saying he needed time to think.

The bride left in tears, her past finally catching up with her. The guests dispersed, the wedding ending in confusion and whispers.

That was the most bizarre wedding I've ever attended. I never did find out what happened to the couple after that.

MysteryWeddingGuest

So, Reddit, here's a wedding story that's straight out of a drama series. My friend was getting married, and the ceremony was breathtaking - until her ex-husband showed up uninvited.

He walked right up to the altar, demanding to speak. He claimed that their divorce was a mistake, that they were meant to be together. The bride was shocked and horrified.

The groom, a rather calm guy, asked him to leave. But the ex was persistent. He started recounting their history, all their happy memories, pleading with her to reconsider.

The guests were in disbelief. Some thought it was a planned part of the ceremony, while others were whispering about the audacity of the ex.

The bride broke down in tears. She confessed she still had feelings for her ex but loved her fiancé too. The whole place went silent.

The groom, heartbroken, walked off the altar. He couldn't go through with it, not with this revelation. The bride ran after him, but it was too late.

The ex-husband was left standing alone, realizing the chaos he had caused. He too left, looking defeated.

The wedding was canceled, and the guests left in a state of shock. The bride and groom's relationship couldn't withstand this trial.

Never thought I'd see something like that in real life. It was heartbreaking.

WeddingDramaWatcher

Okay, Reddit, this one's a real shocker. I was at my cousin's wedding. Just as they were about to say 'I do,' a woman stood up, claiming to be the groom's long-lost sister.

She had evidence - old family photos, birth certificates. The groom, adopted as a baby, was speechless. He had no idea he had a biological sister.

The bride and the rest of the guests were stunned. The sister explained how she had been searching for him for years.

The wedding turned into a family reunion. The groom was overwhelmed but curious. He started talking to her, trying to piece together their shared past.

The bride, feeling overshadowed on her big day, was visibly upset. The guests didn't know whether to focus on the wedding or the family drama unfolding.

After a long discussion, the groom decided to postpone the wedding. He wanted to explore his newfound family connection first.

The bride, though understanding, was heartbroken. The guests left with mixed feelings, some happy for the reunion, others sad for the couple.

The story had a bittersweet ending. The groom connected with his biological family, but his relationship with the bride couldn't survive the strain.

That wedding turned into a life-changing event for many.

FamilyReunionTale

Here's a tale for you, Reddit. I was at a friend's wedding when her first love from high school suddenly appeared. The ceremony was outdoors, beautiful and serene, until he walked in.

He shouted that he still loved her and that she was making a mistake. The bride, initially smiling, turned pale. You could see the history in their eyes.

The groom was confused, not knowing this part of her past. The first love went on about how they promised each other forever, back when they were teenagers.

The guests were whispering, some feeling sorry for the guy, others thinking he was just causing unnecessary drama.

The bride, in a moment of honesty, admitted she had never fully gotten over her first love. The groom, feeling betrayed, stepped back.

The wedding came to a halt. The bride walked off with her first love to talk, leaving everyone else in a state of confusion.

They returned, announcing that the wedding was off. The bride needed time to sort out her feelings.

The guests left, talking about the turn of events. The groom was heartbroken but understood her need for closure.

It was a wedding that ended in self-discovery rather than a union.

FirstLoveStoryteller

Hey, Reddit. Ever been to a wedding where a family feud erupts? I have. My friend's wedding was going well until her grandmother stood up, accusing the groom of stealing a family heirloom.

The grandmother, usually a quiet woman, was furious. She claimed the groom had taken an antique necklace, a family treasure, and had refused to return it.

The groom denied it, but the grandmother was insistent. She had proof - pictures of him wearing it at a family event.

The bride was in tears, torn between her family and her soon-to-be husband. The guests were in shock, some siding with the grandmother, others with the groom.

The ceremony paused as the families started arguing. Accusations were thrown, old grudges resurfaced, and the wedding turned into a battleground.

Eventually, the groom admitted he had the necklace but claimed it was a gift from the bride. The bride denied this, causing more confusion.

The wedding was called off. The families were too divided, and the couple too distressed to continue.

Later, it turned out the grandmother had given the necklace to the bride, who then gifted it to the groom. It was a misunderstanding that got blown out of proportion.

That wedding will always be remembered for its dramatic turn.

HeirloomChaos

Hey Reddit, here's a wedding story that felt like a movie. I was at a beach wedding when suddenly, a famous actor, uninvited and unexpected, walked in. Yes, a real Hollywood star!

He strode up to the bride and groom, congratulating them. Turns out, he was the bride's ex and nobody, not even the groom, knew about their past.

The guests were starstruck, but the groom was visibly upset. The actor was charming, reminiscing about old times, seemingly oblivious to the tension.

The bride was mortified. She tried to play it cool, but her history with the actor was the elephant in the room. The whispers started among the guests.

The actor finally realized the discomfort he was causing. He tried to smooth things over, but the damage was done. The groom demanded an explanation.

The bride admitted to a brief, intense romance with the actor years ago. She assured the groom that it was all in the past, but he felt betrayed.

The wedding continued, but the atmosphere had changed. The actor left shortly after, but his presence lingered like a shadow.

The bride and groom had a long, emotional talk after the ceremony. It was a rough start to their marriage, but they managed to work through it.

That wedding was unforgettable, not for the reasons we expected.

StarstruckAtTheWedding

Reddit, ever been to a wedding where a case of mistaken identity turned everything upside down? I have. At my friend's wedding, a woman burst in, accusing the groom of being a fraud.

She claimed he was not who he said he was, that he had another life, another family. The groom, a quiet, unassuming guy, was shocked.

He denied everything, but the woman was adamant. She had photos, but they were of someone who looked remarkably like the groom.

The guests were confused, the bride in tears. The woman was relentless, detailing a life that the groom allegedly led.

In a twist, a guest recognized the man in the photos. It wasn't the groom but his twin brother, estranged and not in contact for years.

The woman was horrified, realizing her mistake. She apologized profusely, but the damage was done. The wedding was paused.

The groom explained his estranged relationship with his twin, something he'd never shared. The bride, though understanding, was upset.

The ceremony resumed, but the joyous mood was tarnished. The guests couldn't stop talking about the dramatic interruption.

It was a wedding that became more memorable for the mistaken identity than for the union.

WeddingMistakeTale

So, I've got a story for you, Reddit. At my cousin's wedding, just as they were about to exchange vows, a letter was found on the altar.

It was a love letter, addressed to the bride, from someone she once loved. The handwriting was familiar, the words heartfelt and full of regret.

The groom read the letter aloud, his voice breaking. It was from the bride's first love, who had passed away years ago.

The bride was in tears, overwhelmed by the emotions the letter brought. The guests were silent, sharing in the poignant moment.

The groom, in a gesture of immense understanding and love, hugged the bride. He knew about her past love and the impact he had on her life.

The ceremony paused as the bride composed herself. The letter was a reminder of her past, but also of the love she had found with the groom.

They continued with the vows, the bride more certain than ever. The letter, though a surprise, strengthened their bond.

The wedding ended on a bittersweet note. The guests were touched by the display of love and understanding.

It was a reminder that love comes in many forms and times.

LoveLetterWedding

Reddit, you won't believe this. At my friend's wedding, there was a mix-up with the venues, and another bride walked in, mistaking it for her wedding.

Both brides were in similar dresses, and for a moment, there was utter confusion. The guests from both weddings were intermingled.

The two brides, each thinking it was a prank, started laughing, but then realized the mistake. The grooms were equally baffled.

The situation was sorted out, but not before everyone had a good laugh. The mix-up became a funny icebreaker.

The two couples shared a toast to their coincidental meeting. It turned out the other wedding venue was just next door.

The incident lightened the mood, and both weddings continued with a new story to tell.

My friend's wedding, already a joyous event, became even more memorable with this quirky start.

The two couples even took a joint photo, commemorating their accidental meeting.

It was a wedding mix-up that ended in laughter and new friendships.

DoubleBrideStory

Here's a wild one, Reddit. At my neighbor's wedding, an elderly relative stood up and announced a prophecy about the couple.

She claimed that a fortune-teller had predicted this union years ago, that their marriage would bring great prosperity and happiness.

The guests were intrigued, some skeptical, others fascinated. The couple was amused, taking it in stride.

The relative went on to describe signs and omens that she believed led to this day. The story was captivating, almost mystical.

The wedding turned into a tale of destiny and fate. The couple, though not superstitious, were touched by the relative's belief in their union.

The ceremony continued with a sense of wonder. The prophecy added an unexpected layer of enchantment to the event.

The guests left discussing the prophecy, some even starting to believe in it.

The couple, whether they believed it or not, embraced the story as part of their unique wedding.

It was a marriage that began with a prophecy, making it an unforgettable event.

WeddingProphecyTale

Reddit, you've got to hear this. I was at my cousin's wedding, and just as the couple was about to say "I do," the groom bolted out of the church. Just ran, full sprint, down the aisle.

The bride was in shock, her mouth open in disbelief. The guests were whispering, trying to figure out if it was some sort of joke or performance.

But it wasn't. The best man ran after him, and the rest of us were left in a state of confusion. The bride started crying, and her family rushed to comfort her.

Turned out, the groom got cold feet. He admitted later to the best man that he felt he was making a huge mistake but didn't know how to stop the wedding.

The bride was devastated. She had no idea he felt this way and was embarrassed in front of all the guests.

The reception was canceled, and the guests slowly left, murmuring about what had just happened. It was like a scene from a movie, but painfully real.

The groom eventually came back to apologize, but the relationship was beyond repair. The bride returned all the gifts and went on a solo honeymoon.

My cousin, the bride, took a long time to recover from that day. It was a wedding that none of us would ever forget, for all the wrong reasons.

They say weddings are memorable, but this was unforgettable in a tragic way.

ShockedWeddingGuest

So, Reddit, I've got a wild story. I was at my friend's wedding, and right in the middle of the ceremony, one of the bridesmaids confessed her love for the groom.

She stood up, tears in her eyes, and told everyone she couldn't let the wedding go on without confessing her feelings. The groom was stunned, and the bride looked like she was about to faint.

The bridesmaid explained how she and the groom had a brief fling years ago, and she'd been in love with him ever since.

The church was dead silent, except for the occasional gasp from the guests. The groom denied having any current feelings for her, but the damage was done.

The bride, in tears, ran out of the church. The groom went after her, but not before shooting a hurt look at the bridesmaid.

Turns out, the bride knew about their past but thought it was over. She felt betrayed that the bridesmaid would bring it up on her wedding day.

The wedding resumed, but the atmosphere was ruined. The bridesmaid left, and the bride and groom had a very tense exchange of vows.

They did get married, but the reception was awkward. The story of the love triangle confession was the talk of the night.

It was the most drama-filled wedding I've ever attended.

TriangleWeddingDrama

Here's a story for you, Reddit. At my brother's wedding, as they were about to exchange vows, a teenager walked in and claimed to be the groom's secret son.

The groom was shocked, and the bride looked like she was about to pass out. The kid had proof - photos and a birth certificate.

My brother, the groom, had no idea. He had a relationship with the boy's mother years ago but didn't know about the pregnancy.

The ceremony was put on hold. The guests were whispering and speculating. My brother talked to the boy, trying to understand the situation.

The bride was upset, not just about the revelation, but also because my brother had never mentioned the possibility of a child.

After a lot of discussions, my brother accepted the boy and wanted to be a part of his life. The bride, however, was unsure if she could handle this new development.

They decided to postpone the wedding to sort things out. The guests were sympathetic but also shocked by the turn of events.

My brother and his fiancée worked things out eventually and got married a year later. He's now a part of his son's life, which has been a big adjustment for everyone.

That wedding day turned into a life-changing moment for my brother.

UnexpectedFamilyTales

Reddit, this is a story with a twist. At my friend's wedding, during the reception, two guests suddenly proposed to their partners at the exact same moment.

It was surreal. Both couples were near the dance floor when the men dropped to one knee, rings in hand. The entire room gasped.

The brides and grooms were ecstatic, and the two proposing couples were in their own little worlds. It was like a double feature romantic movie.

The newly engaged couples were congratulated by everyone, including the bride and groom, who were delighted by the unexpected turn of events.

The DJ played celebratory music, and the whole reception turned into a double engagement party.

It was such a joyful, love-filled moment. Both couples later shared that they hadn't planned it together; it was just a happy coincidence.

The rest of the night was a blur of dancing, laughing, and celebrating. It was like a festival of love.

That wedding reception will always be remembered for its unexpected double proposal. It was a beautiful testament to love and timing.

Who gets to witness two proposals at a wedding? Only us, I guess.

DoubleProposalParty

Okay, Reddit, get ready for this. At my sister's wedding, just as they were about to exchange rings, the best man realized he lost the wedding rings.

Panic ensued. The best man was frantically searching his pockets, the altar, everywhere. The bride and groom were trying to stay calm, but it was clear they were upset.

Guests started helping, turning over chairs and checking the floor. It was like a treasure hunt, but with higher stakes.

Finally, a little kid, the flower girl, found the rings. She had picked them up earlier, thinking they were pretty and shiny.

Relief washed over everyone. The best man was apologizing profusely, but the bride and groom were just happy to have the rings back.

The ceremony continued, and the exchange of rings had an extra cheer from the guests.

The reception was full of jokes about the best man and his one job. But it was all in good spirits.

That wedding was memorable, not just for the union of my sister and her husband, but for the mini-adventure during the ceremony.

It's a story we still laugh about in our family gatherings.

RingHuntWedding

I objected once. Basically a while back a bunch of homeless vagrants decided to set up tents and makeshift homes at my cottage in the woods. Its very secluded and I stay there for the quiet so I was quite obviously perturbed to find all these squatters on my land.

When I asked them to leave they said they couldn't because they were forced to move here by the mayor of their city or some shit. A little person who was trying to clean up his town and make a "perfect world".

So I had one of the weirdos on my land lead me to the guy and confronted him and, although quite he was quite rude, he offered me an ultimatum. He said if I went and found his girlfriend (she was trapped in some weird stone building) and brought her to him, he would reward me by ridding my land of all the squatters.

I thought, no problem! So I hiked up my way to the stone building, still accompanied by Eddie Murphy, and eventually found the girlfriend. Now I had to deal with her nasty pet but it wasn't too too hard and soon enough we were on our way back to the little guy to collect my reward.

Now I have never had much interest in women, my seclusion and tendency to frighten people have always kept women at bay, but I do say I think I fell in love. A first love. A true love. She was far more beautiful than I but I had to give it an honest try, for love's sake. But when I went to admit my love to her I heard her talking shit behind my back to Eddie.

So I said fuck it. I dropped her off at her "boyfriends" (I don't think they were truly together) but I did it anyway. Not long later I heard they were getting married. Now I have never been one for romantic gestures.

They always seemed ridiculous and farfetched. But Eddie talked me into it. He said people make mistakes, even people who belong together, and they even learn to forgive each other. So I was ready to forgive this girl for love.

I went to the wedding and ran down the isle shouting, "I object!" I think I missed the part where you are actually suppose to say it, but eh. It still carried its effect. Now no one took me seriously. A lot of people, including the little guy, even laughed at me. But I could see in my lady's eyes conflict. She didn't want to marry this guy.

To make a long story short they called off the wedding and I got the girl and lived happily ever after. I mean there were many adventures for us after this. Sequels, if you will. But all in all we belonged together. After reading most of these posts I think my objection might have been one of the only successful ones. But hey, true love has to win once and a while =].

/juscallmejjay/