5 Unforgettable Tales of the Worst Bridezillas

What makes a bride turn into a bridezilla? Is it the nervousness and anxious thoughts that make brides lose their cool, or do they get angry because of other things?

Every woman wants her wedding day to be perfect, but when that stress gets intense, the brides either flip out or, let’s be real, their true colors start to show. Here are stories from five folks on Reddit who’ve witnessed some of the most jaw-dropping bridezilla moments.

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1. My Best Friend’s Wedding

u/ajlawford: I had a silent bridezilla. She was my best friend of 15 years and didn’t ask for much during the wedding planning as there were only two months between the engagement and the wedding day.

There was no bachelorette party, dress shopping, gift exchanges, or in-person meetups. We lived two hours away, but she didn’t want my input.

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A woman talking to another woman | Source: Shutterstock

She wanted me to buy a dress, look pretty, and attend her wedding. I thought, “OK, whatever you want. You’re my best friend, and I’m excited you are getting married.”

She didn’t even let me help with her hair and makeup on the wedding day. Instead, she just asked me to focus on my hair and makeup. She didn’t trust me to do it well enough because I had short hair. Okay, fine. It’s your day, whatever.

Everything went well until the bride got her sister to call me. During the two-hour-long call, the bride’s sister criticized my every move throughout the wedding, saying that I should never have accepted to be a bridesmaid if I didn’t want to participate.

She also reviewed my Facebook profile to note what I had spent my money on (for example, I posted about joining a bowling league for fun). She said I should have spent that money on the wedding.

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An angry woman talking on her phone | Source: Shutterstock

The wedding was two days after Christmas, and her family didn’t even celebrate Christmas that year because of the wedding.

Meanwhile, I was criticized for not spending more time with her, even though I traveled three hours by train the day after Christmas to hang with her the night before her wedding.

Apparently, I should have stayed the night of the wedding to hang with the other two bridesmaids, but I opted to drive home with my boyfriend as I needed to work.

Initially, the bride said she would pay for my makeup on the wedding day, but she changed her mind two weeks before the event.

She asked me to drive for two hours and buy an expensive makeup brand. Despite knowing I was broke after Christmas shopping, I accepted her wish and purchased the makeup. However, she still thought I had an attitude about this.

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Two women arguing | Source: Shutterstock

I was also criticized for not giving a gift, although the bride said, “Being a bridesmaid was gift enough.”

After these events, the bride stopped talking to me and blocked me on Facebook. After months of being mistreated, I finally cut my best friend and her sister out of my life.

The last time I saw either of them was the wedding day, which was five years ago. I never even got to see the wedding photos. It’s so sad to see long-term friendships ending over nothing.

She should have told me about her expectations instead of expecting me to guess them and then judge me for not meeting her demands. She also should have talked to me directly instead of involving her sister.

2. She Was Mean as Hell

u/sojadedblond: A friend took out a $7500 loan for her wedding. Okay, that was not too bad. It was workable and sounded pretty reasonable. Then, she asked her fiancé to take out a $25,000 loan. (She forced him by saying she’d leave him if he didn’t.)

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A woman arguing with a man | Source: Shutterstock

He had much better credit and got the loan. Then, my friend begged his parents to pay for their honeymoon while they had no idea she had asked their son to take out a loan.

They thought her parents were paying for a modest outside wedding at a local garden, and she repeatedly lied to them until a few weeks before the wedding. She kept threatening to leave her fiancé if he didn’t do things as she wanted them done.

Anyway, his parents were so happy to pay for a cruise (a nice Alaskan cruise) for their honeymoon, but that wasn’t enough for her.

She then lied to her parents, saying that his parents were only giving them $250 for the honeymoon. Her parents were shocked as they were paying for the wedding and reception and thought the groom’s family would at least pay for some of the honeymoon.

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Two champagne glasses | Source: Unsplash

They encouraged her to get a better job (she worked 20 hours a week as a receptionist at a nail salon) or to at least go full-time at her current job, but she flat-out refused, saying she had so much to do in planning for the wedding/honeymoon, etc. She was an absolute nightmare.

She and I hadn’t talked since high school (we weren’t very close, more like acquaintances), and she had gotten my number from a mutual friend to call and ask if I’d sing at her wedding.

During that phone call, she told me about everything that happened. She added that she wanted her fiancé to take off two and a half weeks instead of the nine days he’d already taken.

When she asked me what she should do about the honeymoon, I told her she was being a little unreasonable and very demanding with people.

I said it gently and kindly. I wasn’t just like, “Wow, you’re being the worst person ever right now, and your fiancé is really stupid to marry you for a lifetime.”

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Shutterstock

I said, “It seems like you’re putting a lot of pressure on everyone around you to do things your way and only your way. This is Evan’s wedding, too. Maybe ask him what he’d like. Planning this together instead of you alone can be much more fun. You guys will be together for a lifetime, so putting this much stress on everyone, yourself included, just makes things so much harder than they have to be.”

She was quiet for a few seconds, then said, “Uh, okay, I deserve this wedding, and Evan will give me what I want. I don’t want you to sing at the wedding. You’re so mean for telling me I don’t deserve a beautiful wedding!”

When I tried to explain that I thought she could have a gorgeous wedding, just with less stress and anxiety, she said, “You’re just like everyone else. You don’t want me to be happy! My dad keeps telling me to get a better job, and Evan fought to get the loan, and you saying this makes me want to give up!”

After that, she burst into hysterical tears and hung up. It was bizarre. She was like that in high school: very dramatic, mean, and selfish. However, I don’t remember her being that crazy and delusional. They got divorced 14 months after the wedding.

3. The Bridezilla Tried to Scam the Bridesmaids

u/ShamedShamingShamer: Several years ago, a friend asked me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding. There were six bridesmaids and one maid of honor (MOH).

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Women sitting together | Source: Shutterstock

The bride had picked out her dress already, one for the MOH and one each for the bridesmaids. The dresses were lovely but a bit expensive at $400 each.

Two bridesmaids, including me, were still in college, and the rest had graduated. Since I was still studying, my budget was super tight.

Once the bride picked the dresses for us, she asked the MOH to coordinate with us for the fittings. The MOH told us she would pay for our dresses using her credit card because she wanted Air Miles. She asked us to pay her directly and said we could repay her in installments if needed (I definitely needed to). We all agreed.

All the bridesmaids picked their dresses together, but I couldn’t join them because of my exams. As a result, I decided to go myself the following week.

The MOH said she would pay for mine on the group trip but to call her if there were any issues with the dress. She said she would handle it.

Wedding dresses hanging in a shop | Source: Pexels

Wedding dresses hanging in a shop | Source: Pexels

When I tried the dress at the shop, it looked perfect, and I was happy. The shop owner went to attend to another client while I was changing back into my clothes, but she confirmed that we were all set.

As I was walking out of the door, a shop employee yelled, “Hey! That will be $200!” I was stunned and totally mortified. I apologized and explained how I thought the MOH had paid for it the weekend before.

The shop owner immediately rushed towards us, diffusing the situation by confirming that the MOH had already paid for the dress. When I turned to leave the store, I realized the shop owner had said $200 and not $400.

Long story short, the dress was only for $200. When I confronted the MOH about it, she spilled the beans.

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A shocked woman | Source: Shutterstock

Apparently, the bride and MOH plotted together to charge us double to help pay for the bride’s dress. I let the rest of the bridesmaids know, and four of us dropped out of the wedding immediately.

4. The Last-Minute Floral Fiasco

u/Haceldama: I am a florist, and we once had a bridezilla visit our shop. The bride came with her mother at 9 a.m.

They wanted to order a bridal bouquet, a mother-of-the-bride Cattleya orchid corsage, a boutonniere for the groom, and six smaller ones for the groomsmen.

The wedding was scheduled for noon, and they gave us only three hours to fulfill their order. They wanted everything ready by the time they were done with their makeup appointment at the beauty parlor a few doors down.

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A flower shop | Source: Pexels

The bride was flipping through the FTD sample book and pointing out the style and flowers she wanted. She wanted to order garden roses with long sweeping trails of stephanotis and variegated ivy, all three of which would require at least a week’s advanced order with our suppliers.

The bride was shocked when we told her we didn’t always carry extremely expensive and highly perishable flowers. My boss told them that since they didn’t place an order beforehand, they would be limited to what we had in stock and simple styles that could be assembled quickly.

The bride and her mom kept pointing at the book and arguing that we should have those specific flowers in stock. My boss eventually took the book off the desk and tossed it behind the counter.

The bride vacillated between tears and petulant whining that we would ruin her big day. My boss, who disliked brides in general, told her she had ruined her day by not ordering flowers before her wedding day.

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A sad bride sitting in a room | Source: Shutterstock

The mom tried chewing out my boss for lacking customer service skills. My boss told her she was welcome to go down the street to another florist and ask their flower department to make their order with whatever they had in stock.

The mom said she’d do just that and reassured the bride that she’d have her flowers done by the time her appointment was over. Both women stormed out.

I figured that was that, but my boss told me and the other girl to start on six simple dendrobium orchid bouts. Meanwhile, she threw together a ribbon-wrapped bridal bouquet with white roses nearly past their prime.

Twenty minutes later, the bride’s mother slunk back in and meekly asked if we could still assemble what they needed. We did. We also charged her a huge rush fee.

5. The Bridezilla Meets Karma

u/[deleted]: My friend called me one day and asked me to be her maid of honor. At first, I was thrilled. But then things took a bizarre turn.

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Two women smiling at each other | Source: Pexels

She started oddly, asking me to dye my hair blonde, then demanded $1000 for her bachelorette. I was shocked but things worsened when she insisted I lose 10 pounds. I was taken aback by her demand.

Fuming, I thought about teaching her a lesson. But before I could do anything, karma intervened.

A week after our heated conversation, just a day before her wedding, she called me in a panic. “WHAT DID YOU DO??? I just got a call from my bank!” she said.

It turned out that her bank had frozen her account due to suspicious activity. In her pre-wedding frenzy, she had made so many extravagant purchases that the bank suspected fraud.

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A bride screaming at her phone | Source: Shutterstock

One of my exes had his account frozen once and she needed advice as to what I’d done to help my ex-boyfriend. I worked as a banker back then. I refused to help her and hung up.

Have you ever seen a bride throw tantrums and get too demanding with her family and friends? Share your experience with us in the comments section.

A Man Goes on a First Date with His Coworker and Sees That She Is Trying Her Best to Ruin It

Claire wasn’t ready for a relationship, not after the betrayal she had been forced to endure. But Daniel’s persistence made her wonder if she could trust a man again. Just as she was ready to open her heart to love, she saw him with another woman, carrying her child on his shoulders.

The restaurant hummed with a quiet energy as the last plates were cleared, the low murmur of conversations fading into the night.

Claire moved methodically, wiping the counter in steady, even strokes.

The task was soothing, grounding her in the moment.

It wasn’t just about cleaning—it was about keeping her thoughts at bay, safely locked away where they couldn’t hurt her.

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“Claire, got a minute?”

The familiar voice cut through the stillness, soft yet commanding. She didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

Daniel, the owner of the restaurant, stood a few feet away, his presence filling the room effortlessly.

She straightened, resting the cloth on the counter, and raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess,” she said, her tone light but tinged with exasperation.

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“You’re going to ask me out again.”

Daniel grinned, leaning casually against the counter.

His confidence was almost irritating, but there was something disarming about the way he held himself, like he was always in on a joke no one else had heard.

“Maybe I am,” he replied, his smile playful. “Ice rink tomorrow? Come on, Claire. Third time’s the charm.”

She opened her mouth, ready with another excuse, but the words didn’t come.

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There was a flicker of something in his expression—determination, perhaps, or hope—that gave her pause.

Most men would’ve backed off after one rejection, let alone two.

But Daniel didn’t seem fazed, and that persistence made her hesitate.

“Why are you so sure I’ll say yes this time?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Because you haven’t walked away yet,” he shot back, his grin widening.

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Claire couldn’t help it—a small laugh escaped her, surprising even herself.

For a moment, she let her guard slip, and in that fleeting second, she wondered what it would feel like to say yes. To trust again.

“Alright,” she said finally, her voice soft but steady. “I’ll go. Tomorrow.”

Daniel’s smile spread across his face like sunlight breaking through clouds.

“Great. See you at seven,” he said, pushing off the counter and walking toward the door.

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As he disappeared into the back, Claire stood there, her reflection shimmering faintly in the polished countertop.

A strange mix of emotions swirled inside her—excitement, fear, and the faintest glimmer of hope.

Letting someone in felt dangerous, like stepping onto thin ice. But maybe, just maybe, it was worth the risk.

The bus groaned as it rolled over a pothole, its passengers rocking with the uneven rhythm.

Claire sat by the window, watching the city pass by in a blur of gray buildings and streaks of sunlight.

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Her reflection in the glass caught her eye—a faint smile she hadn’t worn in years. It felt strange, unfamiliar, but good.

“You look happy,” a soft voice interrupted her thoughts.

Claire turned to see an older woman seated beside her. She had kind eyes framed by thin wrinkles, and her hands rested neatly on her lap.

Claire hesitated, unsure if she should respond.

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Normally, she’d brush off a comment like that, retreating into silence, but something about the woman’s warmth made her feel safe.

“I have a date,” Claire admitted, her voice almost shy.

The woman’s face brightened. “Ah, how wonderful! Is it someone special?”

Claire nodded, a small flush rising to her cheeks.

“He’s my boss. He’s been asking for a while, and… well, he’s persistent. But he’s sweet. We’re going ice skating tonight.”

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“Ice skating!” The woman chuckled, her eyes twinkling.

“That’s charming. You’re glowing, dear. It suits you.”

Claire smiled wider, the words making her chest feel warm. She opened her mouth to say more, but her breath hitched suddenly.

Her gaze snapped to the park outside the window.

There he was—Daniel.

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He stood under the shade of a large oak tree, his hands resting gently on a little girl’s shoulders.

The girl giggled, spinning in a clumsy pirouette, while a woman stood nearby, laughing.

Daniel crouched, pulling the child into a hug, his smile wide and genuine.

The warmth in Claire’s chest turned cold, her smile dissolving like ice under a flame. Her heart thudded painfully, and her vision blurred.

“Dear, what’s wrong?” the older woman asked, her voice tinged with concern as she noticed Claire’s tears.

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Claire blinked rapidly, but the tears spilled anyway, trailing down her cheeks. “He lied,” she choked out, her voice trembling.

“He has a family. I’m such a fool.”

The bus lurched forward, and Claire clutched her bag tightly. The weight of betrayal pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

She turned back to the window, the park now out of sight, but the image of Daniel’s smile lingered. She wouldn’t go home and cry, she decided.

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Crying felt too passive, too weak. This time, she thought fiercely, he’ll pay for his lies.

The ice rink shimmered under strings of twinkling lights, their soft glow reflecting off the smooth, glassy surface.

Laughter and music blended with the crisp winter air, creating an atmosphere that should have felt magical.

For Claire, though, the beauty of the evening was a fragile mask for the storm brewing inside her.

She spotted Daniel standing near the entrance, a pair of rental skates dangling from his hand.

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His casual smile and eager wave felt almost too perfect, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Claire forced a smile of her own and walked over, her every step calculated.

“Ready to skate?” Daniel asked, offering her the skates.

“Absolutely,” she said, her voice overly cheerful, almost mocking.

They laced up in silence and stepped onto the ice. Claire moved with practiced ease, her skates cutting smooth arcs into the surface.

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Beside her, Daniel wobbled, his arms flailing slightly as he struggled to find his balance.

“Not much of a skater, huh?” Claire said, her tone teasing, but with a sharpness that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Not yet,” Daniel admitted with a grin. “But I’ll get there. Watch me.”

She pushed him—just a little. He stumbled but caught himself, laughing it off.

“Oops. Sorry,” Claire said, tilting her head in mock innocence.

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The “accidents” continued. Every time Daniel found his footing, Claire challenged him—a sharp glide past his side, a sudden stop in front of him.

Finally, with a slight but calculated nudge, she sent him sprawling onto the ice.

“Whoa—ouch!” he exclaimed, landing hard on his tailbone.

Claire smirked, her expression unreadable. “Are you okay?”

Daniel laughed despite the pain, rubbing his back as he stood. “You’re not making this easy for me, are you? Are you trying to hurt me?”

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“Maybe,” she replied, half-joking, but her tone held a darker edge.

When they left the rink, Daniel walked with a slight limp, wincing now and then but still smiling.

Claire, however, had dropped the pretense. Her face was cold, her earlier cheer replaced by something harder.

“I saw you today,” she said suddenly, her voice cutting through the quiet.

Daniel blinked. “What do you mean?”

“In the park,” Claire continued, her words clipped. “With a woman and a little girl. You looked very happy. Care to explain?”

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Daniel stopped, his smile fading. “And you think—”

“I think you lied to me,” she interrupted, crossing her arms. “You have a family, don’t you?”

For a moment, silence hung between them. Then Daniel did something that completely threw her off—he laughed.

A deep, genuine laugh that made her chest tighten with confusion and anger.

“Come with me,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “I’ll show you the truth.”

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Claire hesitated, searching his face for answers, but all she saw was sincerity.

Against her better judgment, she followed him into the night, her heart pounding with a mix of dread and curiosity.

The car ride to Daniel’s house was quiet, the air heavy with tension.

Claire sat with her arms crossed, glancing at Daniel from the corner of her eye, trying to read his expression.

He looked calm, his hands steady on the wheel, but she wasn’t ready to let her guard down just yet.

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The car pulled into the driveway of a modest home tucked into a quiet neighborhood.

Soft porch lights illuminated the neatly trimmed yard, and a wreath hung on the front door, hinting at someone who cared about small details.

“This is it,” Daniel said, cutting the engine.

Claire stepped out, her heart racing as she followed him to the door. She wasn’t sure what she expected—an apology? An excuse? But nothing prepared her for what happened next.

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“Uncle Danny!” a little girl’s voice rang out the moment the door opened.

A small blur of curls and excitement barreled into Daniel’s arms.

He laughed, lifting her effortlessly despite the visible wince from his earlier falls at the rink. He spun her around, her giggles filling the hallway.

“Mia, slow down,” a woman called gently as she stepped into view.

Claire froze, her chest tightening as the woman appeared. She was beautiful, with soft features and a warm smile.

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Claire’s mind raced, piecing together every assumption she had made.

Daniel set Mia down and turned to Claire.

“This is Mia,” he said, gesturing to the beaming little girl. “And this is her mom, Laura. They’re my family—but not in the way you think.”

Claire’s confusion must have been obvious, because Laura stepped forward. “Danny’s my brother-in-law,” she explained softly.

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“My husband—his brother—passed away last year.” Her voice faltered for a moment before she continued.

“Danny promised to help take care of us. He’s been like a second father to Mia ever since.”

The words hit Claire like a wave. Her face flushed, shame creeping up her neck. “I’m so sorry,” she stammered. “I jumped to conclusions and…”

“It’s okay,” Daniel said, cutting her off gently. “I get it.”

Before Claire could respond, Mia tugged on Daniel’s sleeve. “Uncle Danny, who’s this?”

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Daniel smiled, glancing at Claire. “Someone I really like,” he said simply.

Later, as they walked back to his car, Claire couldn’t help but steal glances at him, the warmth in his voice replaying in her mind.

She stopped by the car and took a deep breath. “Can we start over?” she asked, her voice soft but sincere.

“Maybe… another date? I promise not to make you fall again.”

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Daniel chuckled, his grin infectious. “Too late for that,” he said, holding her gaze. “I’ve already fallen for you.”

For the first time in years, Claire felt her walls crack.

She smiled, the weight in her chest lifting, and for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe in love again.

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