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Our very good family friends oldest son got married last year. His parents are divorced, (his mum and my mum are bffs) his dad left his mum for another woman early on in the piece but he spent every second weekend w him.

My mother called me three days before my wedding to tell me that her feelings were hurt because she didn't feel she was sufficiently involved in the planning and therefore felt it best to not attend.

... I'm not the kind of person who goes around wanting to kick people's grandmothers in the face, but this story has certainly tested that somewhat.

The best man's toast at our wedding was all about how much he(the best man) had never liked me and how incompatible he thought my new husband and I were and how he was convinced that the relationship would never work. I kept waiting for him to bring it around to some sort of nice conclusion, but no. That was the

I said brrr... it's cold in here.

When I was a kid I finally stood up to my Father after years of him terrorizing our family. I kicked him in the balls as hard as a could after he nearly broke my arm (via twisting). He told that story during his speach at my wedding.

My parents had a fairly catastrophic wedding day:

My uncle managed to slice up his hand on a fan (no idea how) on the morning of the wedding and so my mum and her family had to take him to the hospital to be bandaged up. There was only one car, dad was picking up his parents from the station, and traffic was awful, so

Oh, I have one! I brought my toddler to a wedding. It did not go well. I had asked my friend if it was okay, and she said, sincerely, that he was welcome.

well, this wasnt my own wedding, but my friends. Her and the new hubby got good and drunk at the reception. Afterwards, I volunteered to drive them both, along with the best man (who was the hubbies brother whom I didn't really care for) back to the house. Halfway there, drunk best man decided to run his mouth about

A distant cousin told me that at her daughter's wedding, the groom's parents refused to accept a rose during the mass because they "didn't approve" of their son marrying this woman. They later gave a toast to the bride and groom's future divorce and eventually had to be escorted out of the building by police.

Totally wanted my dad to walk me down the aisle, but he didn't show. He was at the venue, but apparently my mom told him I wanted to walk the aisle alone (not true, thanks mom). Later, he got totally shit-faced (normal) and preceded to tell all my musician friends how they had terrible taste in music and why their

Didn't post this because it's not "my story" but I will now!

Right? I hope your affairs are in order, Mrs. Soprano.

someone once lost a finger in a door at a wedding i was at and had to be rushed to the hospital to have it reattached!

Oh, shoot! I forgot to add mine, so I will leave it here:

It's like Gregory's Mom WANTS to get put in a home.

I no longer talk to my mom, so I'm happy to say this:

Missed the chance to comment on the original post, but I was someone's Marvin once. To this day (9ish years later), I still feel horrible. I was working at a Target photo lab and this guy came in with two rolls of film. Says they are the only pictures he has for his wedding that just took place in Ireland. Suddenly,

My mother. Who took the opportunity during her toast to give my bride my bronzed baby shoes, saying "This is all I have left to give to you of my Gregory. The rest you've already taken for yourself"

The friend's husband (who we all knew was a creep) who GROPED ME - in very, very intimate ways - at my wedding. In my wedding dress.