I was having wedding-day associated anxiety dreams in the run-up Catherine, 37, south-east
The run-up was the worst bit. Id became so freaked out, I was having anxiety dreams: strolling down the aisle to discover my husband-to-be waiting for me without a head, giant rats in my underground cave rite, that sort of thing. This was compounded by not being able to eat for the final month because of nerves.
On the day itself, it pissed it down, the hotel lost loadings of the liquor wed furnished for the evening bit, and the DJ was genuinely grumpy. By the time I went to bed that evening, I was scream because my new husband had gone to the bar with his friends as he wasnt ready for bed. My tears continued the next morning when I said goodbye to all my friends and family sobbing. After it was all over, I felt frightened that I had been sucked into such an embarrassing, narcissistic loading of nonsense.
A relative died on my bridal day Chloe, 57
My husband and I were 23 when we got married. We had the bridal in my hometown in Wales and invited all our friends and then our parents invited all the family. Among them was an elderly uncle of my husband who had been poorly but came. He was in the church for the bridal and during the line to meet and greet, complained of impression tired so his daughter took him to sit on a park bench where he promptly died as he sat there. Luckily she had the presence of mind to put his hat on his head and just hold his hand while the crowd went by. We didnt really know anything about it as half the family were physicians who knew what to do. All the family were brilliant and keep saying how he would have wanted to go like that, after having been to church and surrounded by the family.
I was altogether pissed before the nuptials had even begun Tanya, 37, Ireland
Where do I start? My mom tried to convince me not to get married in the middle of winter, but I said no how bad does winter genuinely ever get in Ireland? The answer: historically bad. Christmas 2010 has become synonymous with cancelled flights, frozen tubes and no drinking water. Amazingly, all of our guests stimulated it to the day, though evening guests cut their loss and remained at home.
The morning of the bridal, my hairdresser arrived early. Them roads are shocking, you better ring and warn your guests before someones killed on that ice, was her opening greeting. That didnt help my nerves and so I started on the bubbly, while texting every single friend with road safety measures. I screamed a bit. I drank some more. The photographers arrived and remarked that they guessed the bridegroom would be there by now but couldnt find him. I became convinced hed been killed. More tears ensued, and I downed a third glass. The bridesmaid was dispatched to situate the future husband and on coming back with good tidings I guzzled more to celebrate. Result? Totally drunk before the nuptials had even begun.
Now, one is believed that that was sufficient trauma for the working day. But alas, we had chosen a multipurpose venue for our special day. In the function room next to ours was marriage number two, a rowdy and animated bunch. That would have been penalty, if the rooms hadnt been separated by a partition and we werent sharing the same bathroom facilities. These guests were stashing their Smirnoff behind the cisterns in the loo, and any attempt to use the lavatory by our guests was deemed as an intrusion.
The redeeming parts of the day were the service itself, which, despite my being instead drunk was very moving and special. I did keep looking at my husband and thinking, I am so thrilled and lucky to be marriage you.
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