By Maria Yagoda
June 07, 2016 04:20 PM

Weddings can be a terrifying thing, especially when those involved have a very specific view of how things are supposed to go down.

While weddings can make anyone crazy – bridesmaids, grooms, dress makers, cake bakers – we’re going to focus on the 18 nuttiest bridezilla stories, compiled from Reddit.

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“My best friend’s coworker is getting married later this year, and oh, man, this girl’s got some problems. She’s very religious and ‘pure,’ which, if that’s your thing, is fine. Whatever. However, she told my friend last week that she doesn’t want anyone at her wedding who was born out of wedlock. Which includes my friend, who is the daughter of a teen mom.”

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“My college roommate asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding. I agreed. Then the bridesmaid dress she picked out for me was $2400. I couldn’t afford it and gently told her so. I found a pattern for a similar dress and fabric that was the same color and type, so I asked her if it was okay if I made the similar dress, or perhaps we could go dress shopping together to find something in my budget? All of the bridesmaids were going to be wearing the same color, but she’d picked out different styles of dresses for each of us, so it wasn’t as if I would stick out like a sore thumb. She cussed me out, told me I was ruining her wedding, that her ‘vision’ required me to wear THAT dress, and can’t I just get a credit card to charge the dress on? When I told her no, she cut all contact with me, claiming that if I was a true friend I would make the finances work. She’s never spoken to me again. She’d been like a sister to me up until that point.”

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“I had a friend that wanted a destination bachelorette party/weekend. I was interning at the time for minimum wage/part time so I was pretty broke. I saved and managed to make it work, but it was tight and I wasn’t going crazy with the drinks and shots and whatnot like everyone else was. She pulled me aside and almost kicked me out of the wedding because I wasn’t being ‘supportive’ enough.”

“My sister in law asked her bridesmaids (me included) to gain 5-10 kilos to make her look better in comparison. I just can’t understand that.”

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“She had this massive, billowing explosion of organza as a skirt. It was beautiful but utterly impractically designed: It took at least three of us to hold up her skirt so she could pee. She had been drinking on an empty stomach and on the second trip to the rest room with all of us holding this dress up while she hovered drunkenly over a toilet she couldn’t see, she ordered me to wipe her. Ordered. Me. To clean her of urine. I declined. She slapped me. The skirt was dropped by all parties while I shouted obscenities at her. She screamed that if I didn’t do this for her, this friendship was over! Over!”

“My girlfriend was a bridesmaid for her friend a few years ago. The bride was 2 hours late to her own rehearsal. This was very aggravating to all of the professional staff at the church who were required to be there. It was equally aggravating to the restaurant staff who were expecting a large party at 7:30, that didn’t show up until 9:30, at a place that closed at 10. They refused to serve us any alcohol as a result and I think her dad had to end up paying them a big fee for the incurred overtime and lost business from renting the place out but leaving it empty on a Friday night. And then when I thought it couldn’t get any worse she was 90 minutes late for her own wedding because she was getting her hair done. All of the wedding party, priest, etc, standing there right on time. A full church, everyone waiting. After 30 minutes, those standing up decided to sit down and they announced that the bride would be there shortly. Children crying, people fretting at least 20 people got up and left. I wanted to, and would have if it were a friend of mine. She finally arrives, gets scolded at by the wedding planner, the priests, her parents, everyone doesn’t even apologize. Just interrupts everyone trying to talk to her to say, ‘Excuse me, but this is my wedding! And I needed my hair to be perfect!'”

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“I was supposed to be a bridesmaid in my (ex)friend’s wedding. We weren’t as close as we were when we were kids, but she didn’t really have many other friends so I was nice enough to say yes. I helped her pick flowers, we had already chosen her dress and the bridesmaids dresses. Her wedding was in October. In May, I decided to move across the country due to issues I was having in the current place I was living. I told her I would fly back for the parties in July, that I would get the bridesmaid dress altered by myself, and fly back again for the wedding in October. She responded to that by sending horribly mean text messages, saying if I couldn’t be there for the dress fitting, she’d ‘find someone else to fit the dress,’ and saying it was incredibly selfish of me to move while she was planning her wedding. That’s the last time I’ve talked to her since.”

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“I was MOH for a bridezilla. She was a pretty awful person before the wedding, so there’s no surprise she turned out to be horrible while planning it. She was an abusive assh— the entire process of planning her wedding. She frequently would scream at me about not caring enough about the wedding, but would then paradoxically not inform me of any of the decisions. We fought every day for hours for nearly a year about her wedding. I talked to the other bridesmaids and discovered she was doing the same thing to them. When the time came to plan her bachelorette party everything came to a head. Initially, she wanted to go to Vegas – which almost none of us could afford. After that was nixed, we were having trouble setting a date, and she was being difficult, as usual. She didn’t like any of the plans I made for her and wanted some bullsh– that was really impractical and not very fun. Then, I discovered she was lying to all of us about different bachelorette-party related things to get us to agree to take an expensive trip to another city. I was furious and stopped talking to her for a month. On the day of the bachelorette party she was three hours late to my house to leave because she went shopping. She ruined our plans, and we ended up missing our dinner reservations. She proceeded to get blacked out really early in the night, and we had to take her home and put her to bed. I haven’t talked to her since shortly after her wedding. She broke me.”

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“A friend was mad because a few days before her wedding there was a terrible flood in a South American country, which somehow ruined her chances of being able to get just the right color flower for the center pieces.”

“My bridezilla friend told me I wasn’t allowed to take pain medication (for my lupus) at her wedding. She was afraid I’d be ‘too out of it’ to perform my MOH duties.”

“No one was allowed to wear false eyelashes except for her because, you know, the big puffy white dress doesn’t make you stand out enough.”

“I used to work at a reception venue. One event really sticks out. Everything went well until the cake. The bride and groom go to feed each other; she does it very nicely, and then he smashes it into her face. The bride screams, starts bawling her eyes out and runs out of the hall. 15 or so minutes later, the father of the bride comes and asks the D.J. for the mic. He proceeds to thank everyone for coming and says that if they would like to take their gifts on the way out the couple has decided to break up. I’m sure there were issues leading up to the event, but the bride had told everyone (including the groom) that if he smashed the cake in her face, it was over. She wasn’t lying.”

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“I worked as a wedding photographer for many years. My favorite story is of a bride who was having a huge wedding where her parents lived across the country from where she lived. By huge, I mean 22 people in the wedding party. They had to rent two limos to hold them all. The bride and her girls started drinking heavily at 8am, with champagne while getting their hair and make done. They followed 4 bottles of bubbly with a bottle of whisky to help them get dressed … I honestly stopped paying attention at that point, but the pace didn’t slow down. By 11 am the bride is lit, and pissed. She came down to the reception area where the florist – the best local florist and a lady I worked with regularly – was creating the centerpieces. They were large glass cylinders with lights and glass balls at the bottom, filled with flowers and then water. Bridezilla decided that the lights weren’t buried deep enough in the glass balls, and made the florist pour out and re-create about 10 of these things. She was a real bitch about it too, yelling at the florist and carrying on about 1/4″ of glass beads less or more. After she stumbled down the aisle to her less-drunk groom, I tried to do formal photos. Bridezilla wasn’t having any of my posing, oh no. She had her own ideas of what would look good. I shot them anyway – it’s what the customer wanted, right? She was so drunk and belligerent honestly I just wanted the session to end, but with 22 people in the party, it wasn’t going to be short no matter what I did. Some of the shots were outside, at a local golf course. It started to sprinkle after a few frames; Bridezilla made a beeline for the limo so her hair wouldn’t get ruined. By the midpoint of the reception, her brand new husband was apologizing for her. If you are apologizing for the behavior of the woman you married 3 hours ago, you’re doing it wrong. When I delivered the photos, you could hear her screaming 2000 miles away. The posing sucked, the lighting sucked, she wanted more stuff at the golf course … Basically, everything she had told me she wanted, she complained about. Threatened not to pay, etc.”

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“I was DJing a wedding in a shabby little reception hall out in the middle of the sticks for a redneck bride and groom. The bride was wasted by the time I started playing my set (around 8pm). She came up to me right away and told me that I need to play the song, ‘Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy,’ like every four songs, and I try to tell her that it’s a bad idea but she insisted, so I agreed. About an hour into the night I play the song for the 10th time and people in the crowd start to boo. Please note that every time I played the song I passed it off onto the bride by saying something like, ‘It’s time for a special request from the bride,’ as not to destroy my reputation. So people boo and start walking off the dance floor. The bride sees this and freaks out. She runs up to the stage and demands the mic. “You dumb f–––ers get back on this dance floor, or this thing is done!’ she wailed into the mic. Her guests ignore her. She yells again, and no one pays her any attention. She then marches over to the cake and gift table and flips it over, yelling ‘EVERYONE GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WEDDING.’ Her guests who did not seem all that surprised end up leaving. I still get paid so in the end it did not matter too much from my end, but wow. Just wow.”

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“I work at a reception venue. Once we had a bride snort cocaine off the bridal table then find her new husband in another room with a bridesmaid. Was the most interesting work shift ever. She threw her shoe through the window.”

“I’m a baker. (This isn’t my story but my boss’s.) The bride wanted a 5 layer cake. The act of putting one cake on top of another is 60 bucks. Plus deco fees if you want it to look seamless (ribbon or something). So this cake is going to cost her a lot. Deco flowers are crazy expensive and not worth it, so we always advise brides to be to use fake plastic flowers or real ones. This bride wanted real ones. She said they would be at the hall, waiting on us. We do the cake, just how she wanted and go to the hall to set up. The wedding planner is there too. We set up everything and start looking for our flowers. The wedding planner has no clue what we’re talking, she only had enough flowers for the table center pieces. We start to panic. She wanted flowers, and paid our fee for putting flowers on the cake. We start looking everywhere, can’t call the wedding party since … you know … They’re busy. So, we steal a few flowers out of every center piece to fill the empty places on the cake. It isn’t as full as it should be, but it looked okay. The next day she calls, crying her eyes out. We ruined her wedding day and she wants a full refund. We told her what happened on our end and she cry/screams at us that we ruined HER day. My boss asks where the flowers are for her cake, and she tells us that she never ordered extra flowers. My boss just laughs and explains to her that we told her she needed to provide the flowers. And it was in the contract she signed with us. I’m not totally sure what happened after that, but my boss tells everyone in the restaurant / bakeries that no one from this point on is allowed to book wedding cakes without her there to talk to the bride (or who ever is ordering the cake). ”

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“A bride and groom came into the store to get tuxedos. She said ‘I need a penguin suit for my fiancé.’ Now I didn’t give this too much thought, as that’s not a particularly uncommon phrase. But then she pulled out a picture of a penguin, and I had to match that. She made him get a tails jacket and black vest, spent over an hour figuring out what shoes looked like the most like flippers, and then made me special order a shade of orange bow tie that most closely matched the penguin’s little scruff thing. The seven shades of orange we had were not acceptable. She mentioned to me in our conversation that she made her boyfriend make a 300 dollar donation to the local zoo so that he could propose to her in the penguin tank. Lady was crazy.”

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“I worked as a bridal fitting assistant in a wedding dress shop and honestly, 99% of the customers we had were absolutely lovely. People were so happy, especially if they’d just got engaged and were looking at dresses for the first time, that we rarely had bridezillas. Probably the worst I ever saw was a woman who claimed her fiancé had died so she wanted a refund … then she came back in demanding the same dress back because they’d made up. Turns out he wasn’t dead afterall.”

Stories have been edited for length and clarity.

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