I have a friend who called off her black tie NYC wedding a few months beforehand. Not exactly last minute, but I don’t want to think about what she lost in deposits.
I got married last September, and I was totally calm and happy the whole day. I had planned the wedding myself and I had confidence in my wedding party and all my vendors. Everything worked out perfectly! There were a few minor hitches, but they were handled so smoothly that I wasn’t aware of them until long after the day was over.
There was a couple who lived in the same dorm as I in college. They met there and had a stormy, toxic relationship. They got engaged after a year and then broke it off after a year or so. Then they got back together, got engaged again and had the wedding date set. They got into a hellacious fight the night before the wedding and called the whole thing off.
The grooms friends showed up anyway and they had a second bachelor party that was epic. They utterly trashed the condo the couple had bought to live in after the wedding.
Amazingly, the two of them would still hang out from time to time but that was just a sex thing.
Haj
The days leading up to my small wedding were a piece of cake. I wasn’t looking forward to the ceremony, but I did want to get started with my new life. My future MIL, who had been a little dificult to handle during the 2 years pre-wedding, had turned into an absolute curly-permed angel, during the weeks of preperations. She’s a little on the controlling side. I was very shy and submissive at the time and welcomed somebody taking control.
Then…
As I was waiting in the “brides room”, a few minutes before the ceremony, My sister came in and informed me I was going to have my hands full with my MIL, and “good luck”. :dubious:
My MIL had not only regained her true colors, she became demanding evil bitch. She made my Mom cry by insisting that my mom give her corsage to my SIL, since SIL was part of the ceremony and my Mom wasn’t. They were “Mother’s corsages” each of the moms had one. I’m not sure what else happened, but during the ceremony, my whole family looked a little confused with nervous smiles.
That’s when I started inwardly freaking out.
Over here, we have my well mannered dignified relatives, showing there respect for the occassion in their suits and pretty dresses.
And over there, we have some of the crudest, most obnoxious rednecks, I’ve ever met. Some were dressed nice, but the jeans and shorts outnumbered the suits.
But, the worst of them were people I wouldn’t have a lot of contact with, so that made me feel better. Until the reception.
My best friend since middle school got married back in December. The day before the wedding another friend of ours and I were visiting and I had left the cellphone in the car. When I went back to the car I checked my messages, he had left this panicky message. He sounded like he might bolt. I called him back immediately and when he picked up he was fine. After several Abbot and Costello style “You sure?” “Yes. I’m sure” “You sure?” “Yes I’m sure” “Are you sure, you’re sure?” “I’m sure!”
I believed him.
My sister-in-law cancelled her third wedding a few weeks before the date. Both of the other two had been quickie Justice of the Peace type things, and this one was going to be her Big White Wedding. My husband and I were both supposed to be in the party and I had already bought the dress. Actually, she sent the dress and I sent a check to cover it. She also wanted us–two graduate students–to pay for the photography, but we politely declined and sent a smaller cash gift.
She cancelled by letter, with no explanation and no offer to return the gifts or buy back the dress.