Coda to my hellish wedding stories:
Younger brother got married couple of years back. Both have good salaries but bro is very resentful not to be absolutely swimming in cash (this has been a thing since he acquired a couple of very wealthy friends in childhood).
They insist on having the traditional “big” wedding but cap their spending out at about 17, 18 grand. They are gobsmacked the families refuse to pay for it, hence the spending cap. They were originally looking at something around 60, 70 grand.
(NB this entire time they are MY tenants at a discount rate in my old flat because they say they can’t afford market rent, they are paying less than my mortgage on the flat!)
So with great anguish and bitterness they have a traditional wedding but with eh, a few corners cuts. Its a nice enough wedding. You can see where the savings were made. I don’t personally think this matters a toss but bro is going on like he’s been betrayed somehow. Mother WILL NOT STOP loudly discussing with all our relatives how “sh*tty” a wedding this is compared to mine, how my new SIL has no taste, etc etc, how slutty her dress is, etc etc. This goes on for months and continues on the day itself, when I spend all my bridesmaid time wrangling SIL as far out of earshot of mother as possible.
Father hands over five grand for a contribution to the wedding. I ask with interest if he’s been holding his contribution to my wedding in trust, as he did not so much as buy me a drink on the day. My parents do not speak to me for three weeks until the penny drops that I am enjoying the peace and quiet.
They were given the parental guest list of death that made my wedding horrendously expensive. The first my parents realise that bro simply didn’t invite most of these people is when they show up on the day, ask where (relative so distant I am not sure we are actually related) is, and bro cheerfully announces he didn’t bother to invite most of their demanded guests. Mother has to be physically removed to her hotel room for a period as she becomes violent.
After the meal, which she has composed herself enough to attend, but has sent back everything loudly complaining how cheap and nasty the food is, I force another bridesmaid to switch seats with me so I can physically sit between my new SIL and crazy daisy, I mean mother.
The speeches begin, and my bro’s best friend (whose recent at the time wedding cost quarter of a million quid, helps to marry an heiress) stands up and after the usual fawning on the groom, absolutely rips into my parents for how mean and ungiving they are, and how much debt bro and SIL have as a result of this wedding, and this isn’t even the wedding they wanted, and how they didn’t finance his uni education enough (eighty grand at least was flung at that). The guests have no idea where to look. Bro is clapping loudly and nodding violently. DH displays his first good bit of crisis management and bundles our young toddlers out of the fire exit up to the hotel room.
Father has to remove mother from the top table after I have to body shield my now crying SIL from her. As a result I get the drink thrown over me that was intended for her, but meh, I’m not the bride, she’s thrown worse.
Later on father sends for me to try and help mollify mother as he has now also lost the place. I appear in none of the casual/reception photos after this as I am in my hotel room icing a black eye.
The punchline: DH says the following morning “I suppose it could have gone worse”...