How and why did your wedding go wrong? And can you look back and laugh now?

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Just as the title says really! I'm intrigued to hear if you can look back and laugh/accept with begrudging realism if something "went wrong" at your wedding...and what is it that went wrong?

I'm just trying to settle my own wedding nerves and tell myself that things go wrong and there's nothing I can do about it!

I had chosen certain flowers for my bouquet because I wanted just one colour, really simply and understated. They arrived whilst I was getting make up done so I see them until the florist had left. They were a huge bunch I couldn’t fit my hand round and half of the flowers were in green buds. Fucking hated it. Nearly lobbed it into a field on my way to the venue and wanted to grab one of the feral chickens instead of the shitty bouquet.

The DJ was recommended by the venue so we just went with it. Turned out to be about 100yrs old, walked like a thunderbird puppet and played the most horrendous music even though he had emailed to ask what type of music we wanted. Everyone got fed up with him fairly early on and spent the night giving in requests to keep him away from the shit he was playing. The guests did find it hilarious but dh was furious.

Step son, who was best man (and an adult) decided to make the day about him and spent the whole wedding/wedding breakfast crying and running off dramatically because a guy he went to school with, but hadn’t seen for 6 years, had sadly died a few weeks before. He forgot about dead friend later in the evening when he realised one of the bridesmaids was into him.

Overall it was a good day but I wouldn’t do it again

I wasn't told my friend wasn't coming so was looking for her in the Church.

My headdress wasn't put on correctly so I look stupid in the first few pictures.

We should have asked more about the food. Tinned custard and squirty fucking cream .

It is still annoying but I'm the great scheme of things..

Wedding 2 - a family member offered to take some pictures, they worked part-time as a wedding photographer so I thought we get about 10 nice pictures. We got 1, all the rest were out of focus.

Uninvited guest at tiny wedding thanks to one of my parents who felt they knew best (we had planned for only two witnesses so it was very noticeable).

Wedding photographer was absolutely terrible and I only have about 10 photos of the whole day that are usable. It really, really upset me for a long time afterwards. Fine about it now though and I can laugh about the whole thing (14 years later!)

My dad fell down the stairs, we lost the rings, and most of the guests got lost on the way to the venue and were really late (followed each other instead of following the map ).

27 years later, Alls good!

Oh and I was about 25 mins late because of my child bridesmaids.

Photographer was shit. We chose one specially for the really good reportage shots, the one they sent was just a traditional boring type.
Can’t really laugh that off.

No one really mentioned me in the speeches. My father’s was short and to the point (he was not comfortable with public speaking). My DH didn’t even really acknowledge that we had got married, or that he had married me specifically (that really hurt). The lovely best man did make one fleeting reference to me and I will always be grateful.
Nope, can’t laugh that one off either.

The church warden told me my DH had not turned up as I was standing by the front door of the church.

It was a joke.

I told him to fuck off, even though I am a Christian and was standing next to my father who was an elder of the Kirk.
I have a fucking excellent sense of humour, but no, I did not laugh at that. I think he was a cunt.

But... we had a lovely wedding day, the service was perfect, and I married my lovely DH who I still love with all my heart.

It’s the marriage. Not the wedding.

Got my heels stuck in a metal grate. Three times! Laughed with my guests as my poor mum had to keep bending down to free my heel. This is one of the reasons why I rarely wear heels.

bluerad so sorry, but that did make me snigger - poor photographer, was someone wheeling her around?
So many things were not quite to plan on our wedding day - biblical downpours, thunder & lightening - and still we went ahead. Mad mil, who booked the bridal suit at the venue for herself, other drunk in-laws, who abandoned their children at the reception. Last minute shite DJ who played really dodgy songs and many other wtf moments that made it the day that it was. It wasn’t the ‘perfect day’ that it could’ve been, but we had a blood grand day despite it all and 21 years later, oh yes, we laugh a lot about it

DH was in charge of organising the orders of service, and put the wrong date and month on the front (he got the year right).
I was about to go into the church when I realised I was desperate for a wee. The loo was at the other end of the church, but could be accessed from outside. So I sprinted along the side of the church, which was a big modern building with floor to ceiling windows. Everyone inside must have thought I was trying to run away.
Immediately after the church service, I was an emotional and nervous wreck (in a happy way!) and my Nan came and grabbed me and put her face really close to mine in a sort of 'squeeee!' gesture. Her nose was really close to my mouth, and for a brief surreal moment I thought she wanted me to bite it. I came so close - actually opened my mouth a little - before coming to my senses.

I started bleeding and was in the early stages of a pregnancy I hadn’t told anybody but my husband about. Thought I was having a miscarriage as there was cramping and bright red blood but happily it turned out not to be. It was quite upsetting at the time though.

On a lighter note, my dress was weirdly cutting into my neck and sort of itching so I had to stick sellotape on my neck to stop it rubbing. Same with my shoes. My husband was late so the photographers had nothing to photograph during his ‘getting ready’ bit. He asked his friend to help put his tie/ruche thing on and managed to put it on backwards, so you could see the seam like at the back of a tie. I hadn’t been able to show the florist exactly what I wanted on my cake and was disappointed when I saw it, it was a bit dated and naff. Serving staff cleared the food away before I’d eaten anything at the buffet so I was starving until breakfast next day. My husband became very upset when he tried to do his speech and was just uncontrollably crying. It seemed to last forever and was awful. I don’t know why I didn’t just get up and speak for us but I was frozen to the chair. But it was all planned within six weeks due to a relative being terminally ill so I am happy with how it all turned out.

My mum also booked a medieval jester on stilts as a surprise

I know what I’m getting BestFriend as a wedding gift now...

My hair and make up women showed up an hour and a half late to the hotel. It was a whole load of fun trying to stay calm while receiving frantic phonecalls from the photographer, registrar, wedding car driver and my mother all shouting WHERE ARE YOU??!!! The registrar left as he had another wedding to officiate but my bridesmaid saved the day and managed to get the mayor to step in.

My brother and his cunt of a now fortunately ex wife left the meal halfway through; she was apparently 'sobbing in distress' because her veggie meal arrived five minutes later than everyone else's food

When I rang to confirm the DJ a week before he’d forgotten and had double booked. He found someone else for us.

We had our small wedding breakfast in a local hotel. We later had an evening reception at a local hall. We’d booked a room in the hotel that night and the hotel kept the key for us. When we returned later there was nobody in reception. We knocked, rang the bell, even rang the emergency phone no. Nobody came! We couldn’t get into our room. We ended up going home, which was luckily a mile away. The hotel owner was mortified. The night staff had unplugged the phone and gone to bed!

Only very minor things went wrong at ours, when they carried out the wedding cake they put it down on the bridesmaid's bouquet and flattened it.

Also, nobody had mentioned to the photographer that DH was not white (Ireland at the end of the 1980s was pretty white and I suspect he had no experience of photographing quite dark complexions), he gulped a bit and got busy with a light metre before taking the photos. He took some really good ones, which is more than I can say for some of the professional family photos done in DH's home country where I look like a sweaty ghost because I'm so washed out.

• my MIL turned up in an off white dress and hat
• hit my head getting out of the wedding car
• after photos my MIL dragged me and DH off to have a photo with 'dear old aunt Mary' who was in a wheelchair but it meant we missed receiving our guests into the reception venue
• had a crap photographer who had no idea about arranging wedding groups
• MIL told the DJ the wrong song for our first dance and you can see me in the video asking DH what the hell was going on (she chose the same song that we already had at the start of the video)
• I'd bought this big table plan set which had little people and tables and I'd arranged it like the venue (had little bride and groom and guests etc) and someone stole it
• someone also stole the floral table decorations that we'd promised to certain relatives

NC for this one because Jesus Christ, my wedding was a disaster.

My dad died 2 weeks beforehand, so our hearts weren’t really in it. A friend brought her kids round the day before when they’d just had a stomach bug and gave me noro, the registrar got DH’s name wrong, and mine. One of the bridesmaids had a massive panic attack. My mother in law decided there wasn’t enough attention on her so kept pretending to faint. Thanks to the grief I lost a load of weight in the week before the wedding so my dress kept falling down. I was too ill to eat or drink anything. My DH & I both made heartfelt speeches about my very recently dead father, and despite knowing all this, the best man’s speech consisted of him talking mainly about his own penis. He then got so drunk he had to be taken home to bed at 6pm. One of DH’s friends asked if he could bring his new girlfriend of about 5 minutes. We said no. He asked if he could bring her as an evening guest. We said no, as we weren’t having any evening guests. Said “friend” turned up with his girlfriend anyway and she rocked up in a long white dress. One of my cousins got shitfaced and kept trying to proposition every married man there. Someone opened all half our cards and took the money.

The photographer’s photos were so disappointing- absolutely none of my family, countless photos of the same people, and the ones of DH and I are so awful that we have none of us worth putting in the album. We picked this photographer as they did SIL wedding and hers are amazing.

My DM did a speech and it was just spiteful and humiliating. She made it clear she didn’t like DH and made it known publicly at my wedding. Afterwards three people came up to me to ask if I was ok, and I’d apparently gone deathly pale. Her speech was talked about afterwards in terms of wtf?! It was the last straw and we no longer speak.

I came down with a D&V bug two nights before the wedding; DH got me an urgent GP appointment and I was given 3 drugs to stop it all and while I felt a lot better, you can see even in the photos that I was not well.

DM sat around at the wedding with a face like a smacked arse, and several people asked me what was wrong with her.

Didn’t like my hair style and was disappointed with my bouquet. Had one bridesmaid and she seemed oblivious that it was traditionally her role to organise my hen do, so I ended up organising it myself which I found a bit embarrassing. I only wanted a dinner in a really nice restaurant so it wasn’t like it was organising a trip to Spain for a dozen people. I was cheesed off that four male friends declined to come, even though I stressed that, to me, it was a pre-wedding meal and not a ‘hen do’ in the usual sense.

On the plus side the food was really good and plentiful (lots of compliments), the DJ was good and people were always up dancing, the photo booth was a big hit, and a guest surprised us by providing a sweet stall which they had arranged with the venue (also very popular).

Overall, I didn’t enjoy my wedding and we decided that we will renew our vows on our 10th anniversary, but as often said, it’s only one day in a marriage.

Mid-August wedding. Should have been gloriously sunny. It pissed it down all day.

Getting out of the wedding car I hit my head on car and had a big egg shape lump on my forehead as I walked down the aisle. I can still see my DH face as he turned to me at the alter 😱😱 all he kept saying was. Are you ok. What have u done ??? If that wasn’t bad enough as we walked in the reception my husband slipped on a wet leaf and ended up on his back.
Memorable but prob for the wrong reasons.

@ScribblyGum how did your 11 yr old BIL get busted? Little git!!!

We had a really small, informal registry office wedding but I still wanted to make a bit of an entrance even though I wasn't in a traditional dress. Instead of taking us into a small side room until the ceremony started, we were mistaken for guests and shown into the ceremony room with all the guests sitting there. We ended up milling about for a wee bit then just stepped out and had a second attempt at the grand entrance.
We were also told that there was a bluetooth speaker in the room which didn't actually materialise so all the music we had that day was courtesy of my SIL doing her best DJ impression playing our songs on my husband's phone.

It was all a bit ridiculous but so very us and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

The old guy pumping the organ in church wasn’t up to the job and as I walked down the aisle my dh’s cousin had to run up the stairs and take over.
A family friend’s car broke down and they turned up at the end of the meal and my cousins had taken their food.
It was very windy and the photographers wife pegged my veil to stop it from blowing and made holes in it, I’d borrowed it and felt terrible.

We got married at a venue where you set up yourself the day before. So me, partner, parents, some groomsmen and a bridesmaid all went on the friday to set up. We had ordered some 80 chairs but a few were rickety: it was fil who noticed and proceeded to demonstrate by sitting on it, then making me and bridesmaid sit in it, then insisted that we toom the time to sit on every one of the remaining 79 chairs to check for wobbly ones. I was very annoyed as I had other things to be doing but in fairness there were 10 that fil insisted were too unsafe. The provider wouldnt replace so we ended up with 10 chairs that didnt match which annoyed me. However we had a wonderful day that went brilliantly and when I mentioned chair gate to a friend afterwards she assumed they had been mismatched on purpose.

I spent the morning being sick.

DH's car had a puncture on the way to church and he had to change the tyre in his full morning suit.

My veil dropped off during our vows.

The waiter serving our wedding breakfast was an ex boyfriend. He didn't come back after the first course

My mum made the cake and the icing was so hard that we couldn't cut it.

And as for the photographs. … the photographer walked into hotel room to take pre wedding photos and me and the bridesmaids didn't really have many clothes on

It was also Derby Day so he sloped off early because his other job was match photographer.

To be fair he did our photographs as a favour for my dad.
Our wedding album is hilarious. We get it out for all our parties. I don't know how she managed it (we think he probably fancied her) but there isn't a single photo without my Aunty Olive in it. Even the photos of just me and DH she is lurking behind a bush. It didn't help that she -was wearing a day-glo green full length coat which didn't exactly fade into the background.

Apart from that it went quite well. Nobody got upset and yes me and DH found it all very funny. Happy days