With an apologetic smile, she plops right down next to me, arranging her children so they take up almost a whole pew. I was ready to get up and move, but at that moment, the ceremony started, so I sat down in my old spot.
The kids were as loud and annoying as possible during the ceremony.
They screamed, cried, dirtied their pants, and pawed at their mother’s chest (She was still breastfeeding her 3-year-old and 4-year-old).
At one point, they started crawling all over the pews, across the laps of several extremely angry wedding guests, and playing tag in the church, making as much noise as possible.
Their mother just sat there, an amused smile plastered all over her face. Never did she once make any move to reprimand the little heathens.
Never once did she apologize for her children’s behavior. She just sat there, grinning, acting like absolutely nothing mattered.
I understand that kids will be kids, but you should still tell them their behavior is unacceptable.
I’ll just list what the kids did at the reception. They stuck their hands in the chocolate fountain and then wiped them on a tablecloth. They used the bathroom floor as the toilet and urinated in their pants on the dance floor.
Some of them threw up everywhere, and one kid took off their pants, threw them under a table, and proceeded to run around half-naked for the rest of the reception.
This kid was at least 7. Besides that, the kids messed with the speakers and lights and annoyed older women.
My cousin finally got the guts to ask them to leave. The mother made a huge scene, started crying, and called my cousin a terrible woman.
Then, she gathered up her children, purse, and diaper bag and promised to buy them meals from McDonald’s for being so good.
My cousin starts crying whenever you bring it up.
20. The groom’s mother
I’m sitting here in my bridal suite, bawling my eyes outright now. Today was supposed to be the best day of my life.
But everything turned into a nightmare.
Someone cut my wedding dress into pieces this morning before the ceremony. I walked down the aisle in a bathrobe, holding the tattered remains of my dress.
All the guests fell silent at the sight of me.Me: ‘Who did this? Step forward.’Dead silence.
I look at my fiancé in tears, and then hisface turns pale. I turn my gaze back to the crowd of guests and see one person step forward. It was the last person I expected to betray me.
My dress was cut by the groom’s mother.
She stood there, her eyes filled with regret, as she whispered, “I thought I was saving my son from a mistake.”
The room erupted in gasps and whispers, but all I could hear was the shattering of my dream wedding as I stood there, heartbroken and disbelieving.
