I’ve never been married but my brothers did
brother no1
jesus Christ-as soon as they’d set the date,she started
(well even before they set the date-my brother had taken his mate to chose the ring-she kicked off-the ring was shit if you listened to her,he popped the question in a restaurant-she kicked off because she didn’t know what he had planned,wanted to be sat at the table with them and the restaurant was ‘tacky’ it wasn’t and she wasn’t the first to know-her family was)
she only paid for the evening do (well the rent of the room-nothing else) but she had to have a say in everything from the colours to the food
and if nobody danced to her tune,she’d start swearing and kicking off until she got her own way-and if that didn’t work,the tears would start and my dad would be dragged into it to try and make the peace-if that failed then my aunts would try-then my cousins
the brides friends where not to be bridesmaids,the grooms friends that she’d watched grow up where ‘common’ and not to be invited,she didn’t like the wine,hated the food,disliked the venue,didn’t like the idea of a dj,hated the music ‘why can’t you play Daniel O’Donnell?I like Daniel O’Donnell’,went mental at their choice of a photographer,kicked off cos the bride wanted her mum to help choose a dress and my mother wasn’t welcome ‘I have rights!’ ,the grooms suit wasn’t right,the wedding rings where shit,the vows where not right,the unusual cake was ‘tacky’ and ‘looked shit’,they couple didn’t tell her her outfit was the most special outfit in the history of womens clothes,they where not ‘allowed’ to have hen/stag dos,she wanted full say on the guest list-im talking people that none of us had a clue who they where,flowers where not to her taste-it just went on and on
she sulked the whole day as none of the attention was on her,she told the bride that her dress was shit (just after the vows so the bride burst into tears and looked awful in the photos) and flounced on the evening do as the groom was tipsy (after sitting with her sisters in the corner for the first hour,ignoring everyone)
it kicked off again when they had a baby-she wanted to chose the nursery,the pram,clothes,blankets,how the mum to be should give birth,how baby should be fed-it went on and on
Brother no 2
well he married someone as narcissistic as her
it was amusing watching them-mother would try and take over even more than she had with brother no1,the bride wouldn’t let her,brother was trying to keep them both happy and failing badly at every point and it was a battle of wills for months-I lost count of how many times they locked horns
they did end up married (god knows how) and mother sat and sulked the whole day-she refused to speak to anyone and stomped out early as nobody made her feel ‘special’
She missed their evening do to go home and sulk-again she’d only paid for the renting of the room for the evening
I can’t wait to hear if my other brother gets married-he’s the most strong willed,selfish narcissistic prat ever-the fireworks will be heard the world over
Both amused me no end-my kids have been told that the first sight of me trying to take over is the day they cut me out of the day-and out of their lives