Not every relationship works out. Some fall apart early on while others might dissolve after years. But what about the breakups that happen just before the wedding? Here are stories of would-be brides who decided to make a run for it right before the big moment.
The Bride Had No Idea She Was Getting Married
Posted by u/QuintinTheKitten:
Had a friend that didn’t know she was the bride until she was half way down the aisle.
Her parents had arranged a marriage for her (common in her culture) and had told her that the family had all been invited to a cousin’s wedding. My friend was told everyone was going to be wearing white for whatever reason, I don’t remember. They arrived at the church just before the bride was scheduled to walk down the aisle. My friend, thinking they’re late, wanted to slip in and stay in the back. Her father however takes her arm and they start walking up the aisle. It isn’t until they’re half way up that she stops and realizes everyone is looking at her and smiling and crying tears of joy. She turned to one of her aunts in the pew next to her and asked them who was getting married.
The whole church went silent and then the aunt looked at my friend's father and said “You can’t be serious! You planned a wedding for your daughter and just expected her to go along with it?! Have the two of them even met? Did you seriously think this would work?!” The whole room was them chattering about them and the father just clear his throat and told his daughter to keep walking. Luckily the aunt grabbed my friend first and pulled her into the pew, pushed her past the row of people and they both ran out of the church. Her parents disowned her after that and she moved in with that aunt.
(NOTE: They are an Indian family in the US, her parents are very traditional and she expressed that she didn’t want to get married and wanted to focus on her career.)1,14262Flight risk?
The Parents Of The Groom Took The Bride To Court
Posted by a Redditor:
On my 18th birthday, my boyfriend proposed to me at my party, in front of all of my family and friends. I said yes mostly because I was too embarrassed to say no. We had been dating for 2 years, but I was just about to start university, I wasn't ready at all. I asked later (when we were alone) if we could have a long engagement, at least a year or two and he agreed. We told our families and friends we would be waiting to get married. Less than 3 months later his mum and my mum took me out for lunch and decided to take me to look at wedding dresses, because "it's never too early to start planning" When I saw a really lovely dress that was on sale, my fiance's mother insisted on buying it for me. Their family was quite wealthy and had set money aside for all of my fiance's milestones, education, first car, wedding etc. She told me they were happy to cover the major costs as they were the ones who wanted a big wedding, and joked I could pay her back in grandchildren. A few weeks later his mum introduced me to a "friend" who was a florist. Next thing I know I'm looking at bouquets and discussing table arrangements. Then my fiancé starts talking about venues for our wedding, saying we need to start planning so we can find the perfect place.
By this point, I'm truly panicking...I'm just a few months into university, I haven't even fully decided what I want to do with my education, now I'm choosing venues for a wedding that's supposed to be years away? A wedding that's suddenly looking like the nuptials of a minor royal. I tried talking to my fiancé, but he just wouldn't listen. We saw a venue we liked, but they had no availability for almost two years. So we booked it and I could finally breathe again...I had two years to get ready for my big fat crazy wedding.
Then the venue had a cancellation, for less than six months away and my fiancé accepted it WITHOUT telling me. Just canceled our future date and took the one that was now available. Then he arranged the entire wedding with the help of his mum (and mine, damn her helicopter ways!) before telling me. When he told me everything was booked, I went mental. His reaction was that he'd gone with all of my choices (catering, venue, flowers, etc.) and so I should be grateful that he'd dealt with all the stressful stuff. All I had to do was turn up.
When I explained that I didn't want to get married in six months time and that this was the third or fourth time I'd told him I wasn't ready for marriage yet, he told me I was being childish and that the invitations were at the printer, so it was too late to "change my mind"
I finally realized that he was manipulating me, so I gave him the engagement ring back and told him I didn't want to see him anymore.
I told my family and friends, cried a lot, changed my number because he wouldn't stop calling, etc. Two months later my mum got a call from his mother, because she hadn't been able to get in touch with me to arrange dress fittings and finalize bridesmaids.
He hadn't told them we split up. My mother explained everything to his mother and figured that was that. The following week she had the audacity to present my family with a bill for half of what they had paid out for the wedding. It came to thousands of pounds. They'd booked everything, right down to the cake and the favors, without telling me and wanted me to pay!
We went to court over it. Because I could prove we were broken up by the time most of it was booked, I wasn't liable. But I had to pay almost two thousand pounds for things that were booked before we split up.74050Flight risk?
A Horrible Mishap Sent The Groom Spiraling
Posted by u/girlsxgonexmild:
I've waited a very long time to share this.
Years ago, I was a single mom, working hard but not getting ahead at all. Met a "good guy" type. Architect. Good sense of humor, etc. We dated for about a year, then got engaged. Then the unthinkable happened and this is where I am the [jerk] in many people's minds.
He was in a horrible car accident. Broke both of his femurs and his back, about 10 months before our wedding. He was a (poorly controlled) diabetic as well so his healing was significantly delayed. He ended up confined to an electric wheelchair and since his legs were in casts from hip to ankle, his legs had to be extended straight out in front of him at all times.
I really, really tried to stick by him, but he made it impossible. He did nothing but p*ss and moan and [complain] about every single thing that the doctors told him. He refused physical therapy, would not take his medication correctly, did not cooperate with wound care, wouldn't take his insulin correctly, all the things that make for a horrible patient and even worse person to be around. He managed to get addicted to the narcotics, sleeping pills and xanax as well.
Through all this, our wedding planning was still happening, mostly by his family. He was moved from the hospital to a live-in group home where his health [and attitude] only declined. Wearing pants was difficult so he wore nothing on his bottom half for months, just happy with a bed sheet over his lap. No matter what. His moods were totally uncontrollable, he became aggressive and so verbally [insulting]. One evening he missed a Final Jeopardy question and threw his open urinal at me.
Even after the doctors had *insisted* that he HAD to start bending his legs, he absolutely refused. Nope, not gonna do it.
Fast forward to my wedding day. The staff at the group home [worked hard] to decorate the back yard and make this day so special for everyone, it really was lovely. Our families were gathered and seated and the pianist was playing and my dad was by my side.
They opened the door for us to start down the aisle and there he sat..with his legs straight out and hospital socks sticking out from under a blanket. I froze. Told my dad I needed to go back in the house. Once we were out of earshot of everyone, I told my dad I couldn't do this, I'm so sorry. My dad simply smiled and said "Thank God."
He signaled for my kids to come to the side, loaded them and me up in his car and we drove off. We ended up moving a state away, closer to my family and thriving. The "groom" did end up in and out of several facilities and has never left the wheelchair.
I realize fully that he was probably suffering from the type of physical, emotional and mental pain that I will never comprehend, but I knew that I could not raise my kids in that type of environment and my first commitment was to them. I went on to finish my own degree and my kids are now adults. No one has thrown urine at me since.54524Flight risk?
Best Friend Goes Into Super Hero Mode
Posted by u/JenniTheBunni:
Back in high school I had this friend called Cheyenne. We were very close and loved planning our dream weddings. Every month when the new bridal magazine came in we spent free period at a bench with a pen circling and gushing over dresses.
Flash forward to junior year and she meets this guy called Nick. Nick was fairly popular at our school, mainly known for his older sisters who were triplets and just known for being "the triplets". She and him started dating after a couple weeks and it was not good. They were on and off and on and off all the time, and it was known that he cheated on her every other weekend when she was away at her mom's house.
After they graduated they broke up for a little bit and got back together after 3-4 months. Halfway through sophmore year of college Cheyenne starts acting very out of character. She started drinking pretty heavily and due to that we got in a fight and didn't speak for a year. When we did it was because she found out she was pregnant with Nick's baby and they were planning to get married. I was ecstatic and soon we regained our original closeness. I was going to be her maid of honor and they were going to have a beautiful wedding in the mountains.
On the day of, Cheyenne seemed shaky and odd. She insisted she was fine, but I kept an eye on her. 15 minutes before we're scheduled to walk down the aisle I run outside real quick to see where Cheyenne was because she had stepped out and no one knew where she was. I get to the road close by and see a little pair of heels by. I leave the shoes in case she was planning on coming back and go tell the wedding coordinator. Ceremony gets put on hold and we're all looking around for Cheyenne, and I see Nick get really angry and hear him mutter "That damn b**** when I get my hands on her..."
Now I don't know what the hell to do. I'm getting concerned for Cheyenne, worried she fell down the hill or something, so we have people looking all around. I smell something fishy and think that maybe she ran off, considering their past and what I just heard Nick say. I drive into town which was just a 10-minute drive (more like a 45-1hour long walk) and see Cheyenne in her big white fluffy dress (easy to spot) walking into a bar. I go into talk to her, ask her what the hell happened and she confessed that Nick had been verbally and physically [misusing] her since high school. Apparently that morning, he threatened her that if she didn't behave he'd [end] her and her baby. I called the police immediately, notified the coordinator to just cancel it all and that I found her, and drove her to the hospital.
Long, messy trial later plus a [protective order], he was behind bars and she moved to Portand so she'd be close enough to her family but far enough away from him. Now she's getting remarried and her baby is now four years old and beautiful. Her name is Harmony.55225Flight risk?