Cringe-Worthy and Embarrassing Wedding Stories That Will Make You Glad to Be Single

Weddings aren’t always the most perfect day of a couple’s life together. Sometimes due to bad planning, vindictive family members and inept caterers, a wedding can end up being one of the most awkward days of a person’s life.

But either way, they’re never going to forget that special day that they said, “I do.” 

It Was Her Choice

My best friend’s wedding should never have happened. She was only with her husband because she doesn’t think she can do better and no one else had really expressed interest. It was painful to watch her just lock herself into this relationship.

I could see she even knew that’s what was happening, somewhere deep inside. So many things happened which made it clear what was happening and even why.

She spent the evening before with my husband and I talking about any guy she had ever had an interest in or flirtation with. It was like she was mouring all of her lost chances. No excitement, no mention of her husband to be.

We jokingly (but not that jokingly) offered to just take her home with us, 6 hours away.

She had no plans for getting ready the next day. Asked me at 10 PM to do her hair and makeup and arranged for the photographer to come to my hotel to document this. We also drove her to the wedding. Neither I nor my husband (her second best friend) were invited to be in her wedding party.

It was strange, and so many people the next day would say “Oh, you’re her best friend! She talks about you all the time!” and look confused.

Her matron of honor and bridesmaid were her husband’s best man’s family. They did not contribute to helping her get ready. It was like she didn’t want us, the people who care about her, involved in this.

Her parents had not been in touch for days and came 15 minutes late to the ceremony, never calling her beforehand.

She had clearly learned her lack of value at home…

His vows were mostly jokes for the audience. Loving her was never mentioned. Despite her asking him not to, he violently smushed the cake in her face. I helped her clean up. It was deeply up her nostrils, in her hair, in her eyes.

Bridesmaids tried to take pictures while laughing until I menacingly threw them out of the bathroom. It took me a while to make her vaguely presentable again.

I offered again to just take her with me, far less jokingly. This time she was quiet and a little teary but did not respond. Best man’s speech was about her husband mostly, with a story about how clumsy she is. I had to walk outside.

My husband had to calm me down as I cried and yelled about it all, before people heard me.

In the end, this was her choice. She spent the following ten years- so far- feeding the worst, saddest parts of herself. She’s become completely self-involved (I guess she needs to because no one else in her life is taking care of her).

We haven’t actually spoken in about 3 years, though she emails with my husband (again, about herself only).

She still calls me her BFF on facebook and refers to my daughter as her niece, though my daughter doesn’t know her at all. Thank God they never had children. It was a wedding, but it felt like watching someone commit suicide.

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It Just Kept Getting Worse

While in high school, a recently graduated friend got pregnant and “had” to get married. Both sets of parents were incensed that their good religious children had done it before marriage and both sets of parents were convinced that the other parents’ child was to blame.

His parents thought the bride was “no better than a street walker”, her parents thought equally badly of the groom.

Then there were the cultural slurs thrown around – mostly by his family since they were white and the bride’s family was Hispanic.

When the father of the groom asked if the bride’s family planned on serving “dirty rice, heh heh” at the reception . . .I thought the grandmother of the bride was going to body slam him out the door.

So we get to the day of the wedding and Bride’s six brothers spend of the day skulking around like they’ve got weapons hidden in their suits.

The groom’s family continued to try to convince him that he should “at least wait until the bastard is born so you can find out if it’s yours or not” right up until he went to stand at the altar.

After a very quick ceremony, the whole crowd heads off to the reception being held in the rec room of an apartment complex. The bride and groom try to make the best of it – there was no dancing or even music (because of their religion) and the food was just snack type stuff.

It was a whole room of unhappy family members sucking down red punch and bad attitudes.

Then comes the coup de grace – the groom’s sister (who was a good 15 years older than the groom) had volunteered to provide the wedding cake as she’d been making really fancy cakes for family birthdays for years.

Bride was kind of excited about this since it was really the only gesture of welcome she got from groom’s family.

Sister took off right after the ceremony to go and pick up the cake and after an hour, had still not shown up. After another thirty minutes, the bride was ready to just break a chocolate cookie with the groom and be done with it when Sister arrives – carrying 3 store bought coconut cakes.

Correction – 3 of the smallest store bought cakes ever in existence AND they were obviously not fresh cakes (they had discount stickers on the boxes). Each cake said it served 6 people and there were over 70 people at the reception plus they were coconut – which the bride was allergic to.

The groom’s sister had obviously spent an hour or so driving around to different stores looking for the worst of all cakes for this wedding.

(And she never even tried to explain why she did not make the cake herself as she had offered to do)

I don’t think the bride stopped crying for days and the groom just looked like he wanted to shoot his whole family.

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Slip and Fall

Went to a wedding that my wife and I said will not last more than two years. The wedding was in the backyard of the bride’s house. They had all the chairs and wedding “arch” setup outside. They setup a plastic tarp running down the aisle to walk on.

Just before the wedding starts, dark clouds start appearing. Should have been a sign to move the wedding inside, but they invited too many people to do that.

Just as they start the wedding, it begins to rain lightly. The father of the bride is walking the bride down the lane and slips on the wet tarp, and falls. Bride is now at the front, raining harder. People start to cover up with whatever they have. Some people start to get up too.

Bride turns around and says to all, THIS IS MY WEDDING, NO ONE IS GOING TO RUIN IT, YOU BETTER ALL SIT DOWN!

We all sit back down and the wedding resumes. It is now raining pretty good. The grass is now turning into mud. A few ladies in the crowd and the bridesmaids makeup is now running down their faces. My wife has taken my jacket as a cover from the rain.

They finish the vows and kiss, and then everyone runs to the house and garage to get out of the rain. Oh, remember how I said the grass was now mud? Yea, lots of people slipped and fell in the mud on the way to the house.

We got to the house, many people look terrible from the runing makeup, muddy clothing, and soaking wet. A few of the women had to cover their chests and waists due to wet clothing becoming see-thru. Most of the men were loaning their coats to the ladies to cover up. Dirty looks all around.

The wedding cake was outside, and now brought in. The rain made the decorations on the cake turn all runny and it looks horrible. The bride and groom began to cut the cake and feed each other. The smashed the cake pieces into each others faces….then began a food fight with each other.

My friends wife got hit in the face with purple icing cake on her face and dress. The priest got hit with and yellow icing on his white robe. There was nothing left of the cake to serve.

Food being served was still frozen in the middle of the food and the stuff that was not frozen, was burned. The desert was supped to be the cake, but as said above, there was nothing left. There was a goody bag that people got on the way out.

Had a lollipop, a coupon for ice cream cone at McDonald’s, a pencil with the bride and groom’s name on it, and Halloween size M&Ms.

My wife, whose dress was filthy, her makeup was out of wack, and her hair was a mess, said to me that she does not want to see those people again for 6 months she was so mad. The couple divorced 11 months later.

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Plans Into Motion

We had planned a lovely wedding, but when it came time to actually put plans into motion I realized there was no way  my family and his family needed to be within several miles of each other, much less the same venue.

We decided we’d get married, just the two of us and the gentleman responsible for the paperwork. Planned a lovely little picnic type event (our minister was a dear friend, we told him to bring his wife and we’d treat them to lunch afterwards) at a local duck pond that has a pretty gazebo we could use.

The morning of, and we apparently stepped into monsoon season. 20% chance of rain in the forecast had turned to 16 inches of rain overnight, with more on the way. We almost couldn’t leave our house because the water was so high.

I call friend and tell him to scratch the duck pond idea, can he just meet us in town so nobody gets washed away?

Well, we also run a farm so the easiest common ground that we all knew how to get there was the local feed store. Hubby and I arrive early, go inside and buy the feed we needed. As we come out, friend arrives and helps hubby load feed into the back of our truck. Still pouring rain.

I hear something and see a four or five week old kitten about to get washed into a storm drain so I grab it, wrap it in my jacket, and place it in the passenger seat of our truck before climbing into friend’s Honda Element.

We say our vows, sitting in the backseat, soaking wet and covered in hay and mud, and go our separate ways afterwards. Hubby learns we have a new cat.

It was a mess from beginning to end, but somehow it was perfect and we have a heck of a story to tell our son someday.

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