What makes a bride turn into a bridezilla? Is it the nervousness and anxious thoughts that make brides lose their cool, or do they get angry because of other things?
Every woman wants her wedding day to be perfect, but when that stress gets intense, the brides either flip out or, let’s be real, their true colors start to show. Here are stories from five folks on Reddit who’ve witnessed some of the most jaw-dropping bridezilla moments.
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1. My Best Friend’s Wedding
u/ajlawford: I had a silent bridezilla. She was my best friend of 15 years and didn’t ask for much during the wedding planning as there were only two months between the engagement and the wedding day.
There was no bachelorette party, dress shopping, gift exchanges, or in-person meetups. We lived two hours away, but she didn’t want my input.
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She wanted me to buy a dress, look pretty, and attend her wedding. I thought, “OK, whatever you want. You’re my best friend, and I’m excited you are getting married.”
She didn’t even let me help with her hair and makeup on the wedding day. Instead, she just asked me to focus on my hair and makeup. She didn’t trust me to do it well enough because I had short hair. Okay, fine. It’s your day, whatever.
Everything went well until the bride got her sister to call me. During the two-hour-long call, the bride’s sister criticized my every move throughout the wedding, saying that I should never have accepted to be a bridesmaid if I didn’t want to participate.
She also reviewed my Facebook profile to note what I had spent my money on (for example, I posted about joining a bowling league for fun). She said I should have spent that money on the wedding.
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The wedding was two days after Christmas, and her family didn’t even celebrate Christmas that year because of the wedding.
Meanwhile, I was criticized for not spending more time with her, even though I traveled three hours by train the day after Christmas to hang with her the night before her wedding.
Apparently, I should have stayed the night of the wedding to hang with the other two bridesmaids, but I opted to drive home with my boyfriend as I needed to work.
Initially, the bride said she would pay for my makeup on the wedding day, but she changed her mind two weeks before the event.
She asked me to drive for two hours and buy an expensive makeup brand. Despite knowing I was broke after Christmas shopping, I accepted her wish and purchased the makeup. However, she still thought I had an attitude about this.
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I was also criticized for not giving a gift, although the bride said, “Being a bridesmaid was gift enough.”
After these events, the bride stopped talking to me and blocked me on Facebook. After months of being mistreated, I finally cut my best friend and her sister out of my life.
The last time I saw either of them was the wedding day, which was five years ago. I never even got to see the wedding photos. It’s so sad to see long-term friendships ending over nothing.
She should have told me about her expectations instead of expecting me to guess them and then judge me for not meeting her demands. She also should have talked to me directly instead of involving her sister.
2. She Was Mean as Hell
u/sojadedblond: A friend took out a $7500 loan for her wedding. Okay, that was not too bad. It was workable and sounded pretty reasonable. Then, she asked her fiancé to take out a $25,000 loan. (She forced him by saying she’d leave him if he didn’t.)
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He had much better credit and got the loan. Then, my friend begged his parents to pay for their honeymoon while they had no idea she had asked their son to take out a loan.
They thought her parents were paying for a modest outside wedding at a local garden, and she repeatedly lied to them until a few weeks before the wedding. She kept threatening to leave her fiancé if he didn’t do things as she wanted them done.
Anyway, his parents were so happy to pay for a cruise (a nice Alaskan cruise) for their honeymoon, but that wasn’t enough for her.
She then lied to her parents, saying that his parents were only giving them $250 for the honeymoon. Her parents were shocked as they were paying for the wedding and reception and thought the groom’s family would at least pay for some of the honeymoon.
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They encouraged her to get a better job (she worked 20 hours a week as a receptionist at a nail salon) or to at least go full-time at her current job, but she flat-out refused, saying she had so much to do in planning for the wedding/honeymoon, etc. She was an absolute nightmare.
She and I hadn’t talked since high school (we weren’t very close, more like acquaintances), and she had gotten my number from a mutual friend to call and ask if I’d sing at her wedding.
During that phone call, she told me about everything that happened. She added that she wanted her fiancé to take off two and a half weeks instead of the nine days he’d already taken.
When she asked me what she should do about the honeymoon, I told her she was being a little unreasonable and very demanding with people.
I said it gently and kindly. I wasn’t just like, “Wow, you’re being the worst person ever right now, and your fiancé is really stupid to marry you for a lifetime.”
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I said, “It seems like you’re putting a lot of pressure on everyone around you to do things your way and only your way. This is Evan’s wedding, too. Maybe ask him what he’d like. Planning this together instead of you alone can be much more fun. You guys will be together for a lifetime, so putting this much stress on everyone, yourself included, just makes things so much harder than they have to be.”
She was quiet for a few seconds, then said, “Uh, okay, I deserve this wedding, and Evan will give me what I want. I don’t want you to sing at the wedding. You’re so mean for telling me I don’t deserve a beautiful wedding!”
When I tried to explain that I thought she could have a gorgeous wedding, just with less stress and anxiety, she said, “You’re just like everyone else. You don’t want me to be happy! My dad keeps telling me to get a better job, and Evan fought to get the loan, and you saying this makes me want to give up!”
After that, she burst into hysterical tears and hung up. It was bizarre. She was like that in high school: very dramatic, mean, and selfish. However, I don’t remember her being that crazy and delusional. They got divorced 14 months after the wedding.
3. The Bridezilla Tried to Scam the Bridesmaids
u/ShamedShamingShamer: Several years ago, a friend asked me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding. There were six bridesmaids and one maid of honor (MOH).
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The bride had picked out her dress already, one for the MOH and one each for the bridesmaids. The dresses were lovely but a bit expensive at $400 each.
Two bridesmaids, including me, were still in college, and the rest had graduated. Since I was still studying, my budget was super tight.
Once the bride picked the dresses for us, she asked the MOH to coordinate with us for the fittings. The MOH told us she would pay for our dresses using her credit card because she wanted Air Miles. She asked us to pay her directly and said we could repay her in installments if needed (I definitely needed to). We all agreed.
All the bridesmaids picked their dresses together, but I couldn’t join them because of my exams. As a result, I decided to go myself the following week.
The MOH said she would pay for mine on the group trip but to call her if there were any issues with the dress. She said she would handle it.
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When I tried the dress at the shop, it looked perfect, and I was happy. The shop owner went to attend to another client while I was changing back into my clothes, but she confirmed that we were all set.
As I was walking out of the door, a shop employee yelled, “Hey! That will be $200!” I was stunned and totally mortified. I apologized and explained how I thought the MOH had paid for it the weekend before.
The shop owner immediately rushed towards us, diffusing the situation by confirming that the MOH had already paid for the dress. When I turned to leave the store, I realized the shop owner had said $200 and not $400.
Long story short, the dress was only for $200. When I confronted the MOH about it, she spilled the beans.
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Apparently, the bride and MOH plotted together to charge us double to help pay for the bride’s dress. I let the rest of the bridesmaids know, and four of us dropped out of the wedding immediately.
4. The Last-Minute Floral Fiasco
u/Haceldama: I am a florist, and we once had a bridezilla visit our shop. The bride came with her mother at 9 a.m.
They wanted to order a bridal bouquet, a mother-of-the-bride Cattleya orchid corsage, a boutonniere for the groom, and six smaller ones for the groomsmen.
The wedding was scheduled for noon, and they gave us only three hours to fulfill their order. They wanted everything ready by the time they were done with their makeup appointment at the beauty parlor a few doors down.
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The bride was flipping through the FTD sample book and pointing out the style and flowers she wanted. She wanted to order garden roses with long sweeping trails of stephanotis and variegated ivy, all three of which would require at least a week’s advanced order with our suppliers.
The bride was shocked when we told her we didn’t always carry extremely expensive and highly perishable flowers. My boss told them that since they didn’t place an order beforehand, they would be limited to what we had in stock and simple styles that could be assembled quickly.
The bride and her mom kept pointing at the book and arguing that we should have those specific flowers in stock. My boss eventually took the book off the desk and tossed it behind the counter.
The bride vacillated between tears and petulant whining that we would ruin her big day. My boss, who disliked brides in general, told her she had ruined her day by not ordering flowers before her wedding day.
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The mom tried chewing out my boss for lacking customer service skills. My boss told her she was welcome to go down the street to another florist and ask their flower department to make their order with whatever they had in stock.
The mom said she’d do just that and reassured the bride that she’d have her flowers done by the time her appointment was over. Both women stormed out.
I figured that was that, but my boss told me and the other girl to start on six simple dendrobium orchid bouts. Meanwhile, she threw together a ribbon-wrapped bridal bouquet with white roses nearly past their prime.
Twenty minutes later, the bride’s mother slunk back in and meekly asked if we could still assemble what they needed. We did. We also charged her a huge rush fee.
5. The Bridezilla Meets Karma
u/[deleted]: My friend called me one day and asked me to be her maid of honor. At first, I was thrilled. But then things took a bizarre turn.
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She started oddly, asking me to dye my hair blonde, then demanded $1000 for her bachelorette. I was shocked but things worsened when she insisted I lose 10 pounds. I was taken aback by her demand.
Fuming, I thought about teaching her a lesson. But before I could do anything, karma intervened.
A week after our heated conversation, just a day before her wedding, she called me in a panic. “WHAT DID YOU DO??? I just got a call from my bank!” she said.
It turned out that her bank had frozen her account due to suspicious activity. In her pre-wedding frenzy, she had made so many extravagant purchases that the bank suspected fraud.
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One of my exes had his account frozen once and she needed advice as to what I’d done to help my ex-boyfriend. I worked as a banker back then. I refused to help her and hung up.
Have you ever seen a bride throw tantrums and get too demanding with her family and friends? Share your experience with us in the comments section.
My Grandsons Left My Wife Stranded at a Gas Station to Party — My Lesson Made Them as Good as Gold
They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but what I cooked up for my grandsons after they abandoned my wife at a gas station was downright frigid. Sometimes love looks like tough lessons, and sometimes lessons need to hurt to stick.
I don’t like to talk about my private life on social media, but what happened last month was something that had to be shared here.
All my life, I’ve been known as the calm one. The reasonable one. The man who thinks before he speaks and rarely raises his voice.
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For 43 years, I worked my fingers to the bone at the same manufacturing plant, climbing from floor worker to shift supervisor before finally retiring three years ago. Every overtime shift, every missed weekend, and every aching muscle was all to make sure my family had what they needed.
Not necessarily what they wanted, mind you, but what they needed. A stable home. Good education. Dinner on the table every night.
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Now, in my retirement, I’ve finally been able to focus on the one person who stood by me through it all. My Laura. My wife of 43 years, with her soft smile and that quiet laugh that still makes my heart skip like it did when we were teenagers.
She’s the kind of woman who remembers everyone’s birthday, who still clips coupons even though we don’t need to anymore, who volunteers at the animal shelter every Tuesday because “the cats get lonely.”
We’ve got two twin grandsons. Kyle and Dylan, both 23.
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They’re smart and charming. I always thought they were raised well until the moment I received a phone call from Laura.
It started just before Easter. The boys showed up at our door unannounced, saying they had a “surprise” for Grandma’s birthday.
According to them, they were planning a trip to Washington, D.C. because she’d always dreamed of seeing the cherry blossoms there.
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I remember how her eyes lit up when they described the Jefferson Memorial surrounded by pink petals and the boat rides on the Potomac.
They told her she didn’t need to lift a finger.
They’d book the hotel, cover the meals, and take care of everything. All she had to do was let them borrow her car for the journey. Laura cried right there in our living room. Said it was the sweetest gift she’d ever been given.
I won’t lie, even I got misty-eyed watching her happiness.
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After four decades of putting everyone else first, my Laura was finally getting the recognition she deserved.
But I should’ve known something was off when they said, “You don’t need to come, Grandpa. We want this to be just for her.”
I chalked it up to them wanting quality time with their grandmother. Now I wish I’d listened to that little voice in the back of my head.
Two days later, I got a phone call that broke me in a way I haven’t felt since my brother passed.
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It was Laura.
Her voice was trembling with the effort of holding back tears. She was at a gas station. Alone. At midnight. No money. No food. No car.
“Arnold,” she whispered, “I don’t want to bother you, but I don’t know what to do.”
As she spoke, the story unfolded like a nightmare. Their “gift” had gone like this: They had her pay for the hotel, claiming their credit cards were “blocked” and they’d “pay her back soon.” She covered all the meals, their museum tickets, and even bought them new clothes when they claimed they’d forgotten to pack enough. Every time she reached for her purse, they assured her it was just a temporary loan.
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Then, on the last day, while heading home, they stopped for gas just outside of Richmond. Laura went in to pay (again) and while she was at the counter, they simply drove off. Took her car. Left their 64-year-old grandmother stranded at a gas station so they could “go party” at some club one town over.
My heart turned to stone as she described waiting for them to return.
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How she’d sat outside on a metal bench for hours, then moved to huddle next to a vending machine when it got too cold. How she’d spent the night wrapped in her thin spring coat, trying not to draw attention to herself, afraid to sleep in case someone bothered her.
She didn’t even have enough money left for a taxi or a hotel room.
“I didn’t want to call,” she said. “I kept thinking they’d come back. They must have forgotten. They wouldn’t just leave me…”
But they did. They left my Laura alone in the dark like she was nothing.
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“Stay where you are,” I said. “I’m coming.”
Four hours later, I picked her up, hugged her, and drove home in silence. She told me everything on the ride, including how the boys had spent the entire trip on their phones, barely talking to her, and treating her more like an ATM than a grandmother.
By the time we pulled into the driveway, I already had a plan.
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***
Three days after those boys got back, I texted them both the same message.
“Grandma and I were so touched by your birthday surprise. We’d love to return the favor. Pack for the weekend. We’re taking you on a trip.”
They responded almost immediately. Kyle with a string of excited emojis. Dylan with “Finally! A family getaway where we don’t have to foot the bill!”
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What they didn’t know was that I’d already called in a favor from an old friend of mine, Sam, who runs a wilderness retreat center up in the mountains. It used to be a Boy Scouts camp back when we were kids.
Now? It’s primarily a digital detox center for teenagers who can’t go five minutes without checking social media.
Sam owed me big time after I helped him rebuild his dock last summer. When I explained what had happened to Laura, his face turned dark.
“Tell me what you need, Arnold,” he said.
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I told him, “Make it old-school. The full 1985 experience. Cold showers. No phones. Military cots. The works.”
He said, “Say less, my friend. I’ve got just the program.”
We drove out Friday morning. Three hours deep into the woods, far beyond cell service. The boys were hyped in the backseat the whole way, playing music on their phones, taking selfies, joking about what luxury accommodations awaited them. I just nodded and kept quiet as I drove on the rough road.
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We arrived at the camp around noon. Dirt parking lot. Wooden cabins with peeling paint. Outhouses instead of bathrooms. Not a Wi-Fi signal in sight.
“Uh… where’s the hotel?” Kyle asked.
Dylan added, “Is this like, a themed Airbnb or something? Before we go to the real place?”
“Retro weekend, boys!” I announced with a smile. “Disconnect to reconnect. That’s the theme.”
They groaned in unison as they realized what was happening.
I asked for their phones, told them it was “part of the experience.”
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Begrudgingly, they handed them over, still clearly expecting this to be some sort of joke or brief introduction before the real vacation began.
Then I showed them the printed schedule I’d worked out with Sam:
Saturday:
6 a.m. wake-up
Clean the outdoor latrines
Chop firewood
Hand-wash dishes from the mess hall
Evening: group journaling on “gratitude”
Sunday:
Mow the lawn with push mowers
Build a compost bin
Final activity: a lecture titled “Respecting Your Elders: Why It’s Not Optional”
Their jaws literally dropped. I would have laughed if I wasn’t still so angry.
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“You’re kidding,” Kyle said, looking around for cameras, as if this might be some elaborate prank.
Dylan laughed nervously. “Wait… seriously? This is the trip?”
I said nothing. Just handed their duffel bags to Sam, who had appeared silently behind them.
Then I got back in the truck. And drove off.
In the rearview mirror, I could see them standing there, mouths open, as Sam put a firm hand on each of their shoulders and guided them toward the most basic cabin on the property.
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***
I didn’t hear from them until Sunday evening.
Sam had called earlier to assure me they were fine. Sullen, blistered, and exhausted… but fine. He said they’d done every task assigned, though not without complaint.
The biggest shock to their system had been the 5 a.m. cold shower on Saturday when the camp’s ancient water heater “mysteriously” stopped working.
Around seven that evening, our home phone rang. They’d borrowed the camp director’s landline.
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Kyle sounded hoarse. “Grandpa,” he said, voice cracking, “we’re sorry. We’re so, so sorry.”
I could hear sniffling, and then Dylan got on the line. “Please… just let us talk to Grandma.”
I passed the phone to Laura, who had been sitting quietly beside me all weekend. She’d been against the plan at first, saying “they’re just boys” and “they made a mistake.”
But when I gently reminded her how she’d looked when I found her at the gas station, she just went quiet.
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She listened quietly while they poured their hearts out. Apologies. Regret. Tears. Promises to make it up to her.
When they finally finished, she simply said, “I knew your grandfather would come up with something appropriate. He doesn’t say much. But he remembers every tear on my face.”
I picked them up Monday morning. They came trudging out of the camp looking like they’d aged five years in a weekend. Sunburnt. Sore. Quiet.
They hugged Laura so hard she nearly tipped over, both of them talking over each other with apologies.
And me? I made them pancakes and let them sit in the silence of their own guilt while they ate. Sometimes the loudest statement is saying nothing at all.
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A week later, they showed up at our house again. But this time, not for food or favors or to ask for money.
They had printed photo albums from the cherry blossom trip. Not the half-dozen selfies they’d taken, but actual thoughtful photos of the monuments, the flowers, the experiences they’d shared. Inside was a card covered in their messy handwriting:
“To the best Grandma,
We messed up. This was supposed to be about you. We forgot that. Never again.
Love, Kyle & Dylan.”
And tucked inside was a second envelope. It had every cent she had spent, repaid in cash.
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Since then? They’ve taken her to lunch every other Sunday. They call just to check in. Last week, they even fixed up our fence without being asked.
They learned. Because sometimes the best lessons don’t come from yelling or lecturing or endless arguments.
They come from one cold night. No phones. No car. No Grandma.
Just the long, lonely silence of knowing you broke someone’s heart.
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