I Was In The Bridal Party From Hell

The women were horrendous! All they did was complain and talk about each other; it made me sick to be around it. Forgive me for starting with such a pointed tone, hi, I’m Karen and all I wanted was to see my friend finally find happiness and get what she was looking for, for so long. I remember crying like a baby at the ceremony, through all of the speeches and regrettably even in the dressing booths.

I have been a bridesmaid quite a few times; the only time I can say that I really thought I had fun was at my brother’s wedding, so when my best friend asked me to be on her entourage, I was thrilled. And that thrill was shot down on the very first activity, dress shopping. Torture could not begin to describe that experience; we all went to a bridal salon and the Matron was bullying everyone to choose a specific dress despite their body type. Later we would discover that she was pregnant and didn’t want to be outshone by tight, snatched bodies. So the end result was a bubblegum pink dress made completely of tulle and being a plus-size girl, none of the samples could fit me so I ordered blind. To make matters worse, the bride and matron fell out three weeks later and she was ratted out for being late to order the dresses so they came with a rush charge that she didn’t tell us about. So we paid an extra 150K for an already ugly dress.

Then came the bachelorette party, When the maids of honor (there were now THREE) reached out for suggestions, I sent a ton. I was working in the hospitality industry, and knew a lot of the hot spots but was pretty much shot down, and so I kept my mouth shut and silently decided I wouldn’t attend. I was told that since I was in the bridal party, I had to part with 200K which of course I didn’t send (being the big headed girl that I am) and after the deadline the maids of honor stalked me until I stopped picking their calls. They ended up doing a cooking class; don’t laugh.

By the time we got to the bridal shower, it was drama galore; It was an eight hour drive from where the bride lives, we all traipsed up there and then found out that the weekend before, the mother-in-law had a separate shower for locals that we were not told about. In addition the mother of the bride demanded that we raise 300K for decor, yet we had spent quite a sum on transport and hotel rooms. Then I caught the Maids Of Honor talking shit about me at the shower, I got so worked up that I had to walk out and cried like a teenager.

So as you can see, I had good reason to cry at the wedding. I was not crying out of happiness; all through the ceremony and speeches, I was so thrilled that the nightmare was finally over.

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