Two stories~
First story:
When my sister married her first husband (she’s on husband #4 as I write this) in 1991 she asked me to be her Matron of Honor, which includes standing up for her and being a witness. You also get to wear a different (but similar) dress than the bridesmaids wear. I was happy and flew up to New York for it. I was fitted for the dress and found out I was a “perfect size 8” as the seamstress puts it. This was many moons (and pounds) ago so I am not bragging. It’s just significant to the story.
My sister had a best friend and she asked this friend to be the Maid of Honor. My sister is a little dim and did not really understand the concept of having only one “…of Honor” so I tried to work it out as best as I could with her friend but the friend was a total bitch and would not cooperate at all. My sister was also an idiot because she made no specifications therefore the friend and I had to “fight it out” to make it work. It was awful.
The friend swapped dresses with me!! She was so self-conscious about her being a size 8 she ordered a size 6 and could not fit into it. She rushed to pick up MY dress and swapped it with hers. There were noticeable differences in our dresses and OUR NAMES WERE ON THEM!! I could barely breathe and could not sit down in this stupid mermaid dress. I was so uncomfortable. I tried to show my sister but she was so caught up in her “all about me” nonsense she couldn’t care less I was suffering and angry.
The friend insisted she get to stand next to my sister for the ceremony and pictures. She insisted she would sign the witness papers and, she was the only one allowed in the room to adjust her veil. All idiotic bullshit. I was very annoyed but I kept letting things “go” because I was totally over this wedding and just wanted to go home.
During one of the “Maid of Honor has to have total control of everything” episodes I caught her in an intimate embrace with the groom. Of course I flipped my lid. Talk about adding insult to injury! I laid into her and let my sister know and my sister said I was “just being mean and ruining her day”. My sister did not speak to me for months and six months later my sister and her husband were divorced (or annulled) because he was, in fact, screwing her best friend/Maid of Honor.
Second story:
When my (now ex) brother was married in 2000, he begrudgingly asked me to be a bridesmaid. I was last choice, last in line, etc. He just needed to “even up” the women to the men he had chosen as his groomsmen. Anyhow, I flew up from Florida to New York and everything was OK, I guess, until the actual wedding. After they got married, the whole wedding party jumped in the limousine and, like I said, I was last in line and I jumped in too, except, there was no room for me. Two people from the wedding party brought their boyfriends in the limo so there was no where for me to sit.
Now what do you think the normal response would be? Well, it wasn’t. My (ex) brother says, “you’ll have to get out. There’s not enough room”. So, I was the only one from the wedding party that had to find a ride to the reception. On the way to the reception I notice the limo turning off the road to go to a carnival that just happened to be going on just down the street from the church and I assumed they wanted to quickly ride a ride and get a picture (they did) so my ride and I pull in to the carnival parking lot and start walking up to them and they quickly leave. I know they saw me! This was something from elementary school! I caught up to them and by now they were ready to go. I felt humiliated. Like I was chasing after them (I was).
So stupid, juvenile, and petty.