She was in school for event planning, and couldn’t understand that this was a barn wedding between a 23 and 24 year old with a limited budget.

When it came time to choose bridesmaids dresses she insisted on ones that were $400. I said I couldn’t ask the girls to pay that and chose an $80 one that was super cute. She says “They have a year to save, you should get the other ones” and actually gave me the silent treatment when I chose the equally flattering cheaper one.

She then ran into money issues and it was a mess (and gee couldn’t afford the $80 dress and said “you know it’s customary for the bride to buy the dresses”). I remember her saying she couldn’t attend a job interview because all her bras broke. I offered a bra store gift card I had, and she scoffed and said there was no way she could wear “that poor quality”.

She was chronically late to everything. I just started telling her things started 2 hours before they did so she’d be on time. She figured it out.

Then, the bachelorette. She chose a club close to her house in another city from me and the bridal party. It was walking distance from her home and she said everyone could stay there. Perfect; everyone is low on funds, and now we don’t have to pay for cabs. The day before the bachelorette I text her offering to bring orange juice, coffee pods, and a fruit tray for the morning so people would eat and go. She suddenly says that she’s not comfortable with anyone staying over. I say okay; how many would you be comfortable with? None. Not even me. I ask what’s up and she loses it. I’m passive at this stage in my life and just want to help and to understand. She’s pissed that I’m pressing the issue and decides that she’s pulling out of the wedding. I say I don’t understand; I have tried this entire time to make things easier for her. I suggest we choose another club, more central to everyone’s locations since now we can’t stay in town. She. Loses. It. Throws a fit and confirms she’s out of the wedding. “I planned this!” I so appreciated her planning it. Turns out the venue was never called, there was no reservation or plan.

There were a million other little things but that’s it. And I hated it because I never understood; by all accounts I wasn’t a bridezilla and I honestly think her problem was that I wasn’t! And when you’re the bride, and someone drops out, everyone assumes you are the problem and must have been entitled. So not the case here. We never spoke again.

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