My Husband Invited His Ex: True Stories of How Brides Had Their Weddings Ruined

“I spent a lot of time trying to persuade my future husband not to invite his ex-girlfriend to our wedding. But Tolya claimed that he and Olya had long become good friends and it was simply embarrassing for him not to send her an invitation. So she behaved in a very “friendly” manner… When, after registering with the civil registry, we arrived at the restaurant, I saw that Olya was heading straight towards us. She was already quite drunk and literally hanging on my husband’s neck. When Tolya asked her to leave, she burst into tears and ran away somewhere. I was hoping for good. But the show continued – Olya went on stage to the musicians, took the microphone from them and began to shout with all her might: “Tolik, come back to me! Natasha can’t love you like me!” My three first cousins ​​brought it out…”

“My wedding morning started in a beauty salon, where me, my mother and my sister had our hair and makeup done. We were about to leave when suddenly Christina, my younger sister, threw a tantrum. She cried saying that her hair was just horrible and that she wasn’t going anywhere until she changed her hair. I didn’t want to be late for the civil registry, so I agreed that we would meet there… And here I am, the groom, witnesses, parents and all the guests are in the hall of the ‘marital status. Our ceremony was supposed to start half an hour ago, but we’re still waiting for my sister. I call him on his cell phone every minute, it’s useless. Finally, she picks up the phone. Turns out Christina is still at the salon getting her hair done for the third time. If she wasn’t my sister, I would have broken up with her over the phone. But I always believed that the whole family should be present at my wedding. An hour later she appeared – with a bunch of complaints against me and against the master to whom I had entrusted her.

“My fiancé comes from the family of a very big businessman, so his parents invited almost the entire political and business elite of our small town to our wedding. At the height of the banquet, the host, according to the scenario, gave the floor to my best man, my university friend Tanka Makarova, to make a toast. Everyone expected her to say something positive about me and wish me happiness in my new life. Instead, Makarova started telling me about how crazy I was during my student years and how much fun she and I had together. For example, she “witnessed” how, during my third year, I was afraid that I had gotten pregnant by a graduate student teacher I had slept with after one of our student parties.

“My parents gave us money for the wedding, so when they asked me to invite Alena, the daughter of their close friends, I couldn’t refuse. In fact, I couldn’t stand this Alena since childhood, she always roared and took away my toys. I decided that I wouldn’t pay attention to her during the entire wedding. It turned out to be basically impossible. Alena came to our banquet with a young man, although he was not invited. This couple constantly kissed passionately and was eager to participate in all the contests that the toastmaster organized for me and the groom… At the height of the evening, Alena’s friend took her to the middle of the hall , demanded attention and, dramatically getting down on one knee, proposed to her. Moreover, Alenin’s father, who had shed tears, immediately raised his glass and made a 10-minute toast in honor of a joyful event – not my wedding, of course…”

“I invited Léna, with whom we have been friends all our lives, to be my witness. On the day of the wedding, she had to come to my house early in the morning to help me get dressed. By the time she arrived, the guest stylist had already finished her work: my makeup and hair were almost ready. And then Lenka ran in, took a quick look at me and from the threshold of the door she began to shout (we can’t find another word) to the stylist: “What is What did you do to her?! She doesn’t look like herself! And she doesn’t look like anyone else at all! I immediately realized that I didn’t like everything. The makeup is too bright, the hairstyle looks like a three-tiered wedding cake… All I could do was burst into tears, and that’s what I did. So when Misha, my fiancé, arrived, he found the stylist shaking with rage in the hallway and Lena shouting at him, and at that moment I was sobbing, locked in the room. Half an hour later, my mother rushed in and helped me put myself back in order.

“I had to combine wedding preparations with a trial period in a new job. Two weeks before the celebration, I was sent on a 12-day business trip and did not have time to order a bridal bouquet from the florist. I was panicking. Fortunately (as I thought then), it turned out that my neighbor in the stairwell, Alla, runs a flower shop. After talking to him in the elevator, I told him about my problems. Alla asked me several quite professional questions about my preferences and how much I was willing to spend on flowers, and asked me not to worry about anything. To celebrate, I invited Alla to the wedding and went to Barnaul with a light heart. And as soon as she returned, she rang the doorbell. There was no one. I called her at work. Her colleague at the salon told me that it was the first time she had heard of my order and that Alla had gone on vacation to Egypt. I don’t know what I would do without my fiancé. After listening to my tearful symphony on the phone, Pashka immediately rushed to visit all the florists in the neighborhood. He managed to find a bouquet to match my dress, but of course, it wasn’t at all what I had dreamed of… The most interesting thing was that when, two weeks after the wedding, I found Alla in the elevator. , she chirped calmly: “Well, you got married? Congratulations!”

“Marina, my fiancé’s sister, got married 2 months before me. When we handed her our invitation, she said, “Beautiful flowers. But when I was planning the wedding, I hardly bought any consumer goods and ordered invitations from a normal designer.” And that was just the beginning. All my preparations from that day on were accompanied by Marina’s caustic comments: “Why did you invite so many guests? At the wedding we only had our closest ones”, “You shouldn’t have refused the veil. What kind of bride is without a veil?”, “I don’t understand why you need witnesses? Now it’s not fashionable”… As a result, I approached the threshold of the marital status already on the verge of a nervous breakdown. When we exchanged rings, I clearly heard Marina whisper behind her: “But we had live music at the wedding at the registry office!”