I have registered with MN after being a serial lurker solely to post this tale.
Our wedding was at home, we have a big place & rooms/camping had been allocated weeks before the event for friends with kids or those who had travelled a long way. The wedding was lovely, kids entertainer was lovely. Everything was lovely.
We'd invited DSs father & his new partner, so ds didn't feel lin a ke his dad had been left-out. They were invited to attend after the ceremony. All good. Dad was also supposed to take Ds away at 10.30 as this was when other family with under 10s had all agreed to go.
They arrived & got very drunk very quickly, his GF then went to DSs room & took a cuddly toy she had bought him & refused to give it up. She then had a brief chat with me outlining why she couldn't understand why I was so nice to her (er, because you spend loads of time with my five year old, also you're only 6 years older than my daughter & I kind of feel sorry for you).
I pottered off to dance with friends, only to be called away at 10.30 by the ex who informed me his GF was in a bad way & he didn't know what to do as he had to get back (walking distance) but couldn't carry both of the people he was supposed to leave with. I went to the bathroom, to find her vomiting loudly having ripped our towel rail off the wall.
My Mother now says one of her prevailing images of the wedding is me on the bathroomfloor, in my wedding dress, holding my exes hair whilst she threw up.
He was being awful about her, so I took him aside & told him to go with the boy and we'd find somewhere for her to crash. He got really aggressive, so we had me telling him to go and DH close by with several enormous and feisty friends ready to eject him. Eventually he left, DH put his GF in our bedroom with a jam pan to puke in and everyone partied on, expecting we could put her in a spare bed when we wanted to retire.
Long story short: loads more people stayed than we'd anticipated (because of course they did) and we ended up sharing our bed, on our wedding night, with my exes GF who woke every hour on the fucking hour to vomit, and DH had to leap out to make sure she got it all in the pan. I am not making a WORD of this up...
Next day we had a chill-out party for everyone who stayed. She woke up & demanded I lend her shoes to walk back as she'd lost hers. They both then returned in the afternoon so DS could hang out with the other kids for the chill out party. Did they apologise? Did they fuck!
It was ridiculous, and awful in so many respects. I do however, have the best wedding night story EVER.