- 3 years ago
- Wedding: September 2016
My now husband and i met while i was living in Ireland and 6 months later we decided to move to Romania. We got engaged while we were in Ireland but only had the wedding like 3 years later for financial reasons. In January i had enough of waiting and just really really wanted a small intimate wedding. I proposed eloping but my dear husband did not want to have a wedding without his family so that was off the table. I on the other hand come from a ‘family’ with divorced parents (for as long as i can remember) and am not speaking or know much of any other relatives so i am pretty bitter and don’t give a damn about anyone.
So we went ahead and said we’ll have a small 50 people thing in September (we chose the 15th because it is our lucky date but being a Thursday it ended up biting us in the back). Organization wise my mom stood our of it really and my father kept pestering me that it’s not a real wedding so that was the atmosphere pretty much. His family offered to help and stuff but they were an ocean away so not much they could do.
Bought my dress pretty early second hand for $100 and was pretty happy with it. Had a friend with me who works at a bridal shop who inspected it and said a seamstress could alter it and make it strapless (i really wanted strapless). A month before the wedding took it to a seamstress this friend recommended who told me there is no way around those straps and completely butchered it and by that i mean that they CONFUSED the back with the front so instead of altering the train (it was initially a bit too ling) she completely chopped it off so i had a smaaall train at the FRONT and LEVEL at the back. Tears and tears later found another seamstress that put a wail thing at the back to fake a train like a week before the wedding…
Hair & nails – did a nail trial a month before the wedding and chick completely ruiled them so i had plain short nails for the day and the hairstyle i choose at the trial did not look anything like what i got on the day so in my opinion i had a big poof on top of my head for the day that made me look fat. Now everyone said it looked lovely, but how could they not like?…
Come to the wedding day my dad threw a hissy fit and started shouting at my sister while she was doing my makeup. By the time i got to the ceremony my hair had started to come apart. So we were off to a good start.. Our only saving grace was the photographer, i honestly say she was the only ones focused on us and how we felt. After the ceremony we went for a photo session in the woods before going to the venue and it was the only good thing about our day honestly. That was until my sister called that dad and his wife don’t want to come to the wedding anymore because they were offended i didn’t want to take a group picture in the shittiest location ever. He was really looking for a reason to be annoyed and no one was paying attention to him. He made me beg in the middle of our session for his forgiveness and apologize and so on. He called me so many names but luckily i was so shocked for the moment i blanked out most of the phone conversation.
The venue was a small rustic bistro out in the country where we liked to go for lunches at the weekend. We absolutely love the place and the owner was very helpful with organizing things. That being said, on that they he decided he should play wedding planner and things went south. He was suppose to wait for us with a horse and card in the next village to bring us in. This transformed into the cart being literally across the street from the venue and of course everyone notices it so they were all standing in the street waiting for me to figure out how to get in the damn thing.
When we finally managed to get to the venue discovered that around 10/15 people were missing. If it were a party of 200 you wouldn’t notice but when we had 47 people invited you could. There were all our friends and friends-ish that didn’t take the day off work and came when they were finished. I was so hurt by this i can’t even describe it. It was more the fact that we asked ‘will you make it on a Thursday?’ before we booked everything and they all said they will…
We went on to taking some pictures in the back garden when dad starting going on the people that were Qing to take a picture with us that they shouldn’t bother, ‘it’s not like we’ll get to give them a cheaper gift if we take pictures’. So that pretty much describes the atmosphere.
Our DJ was one of our friends to decided Hotel California was a nice song for a wedding in a rustic country bistro. this obviously helped a loot.. everyone looked soo bored I didn’t know what else to do so I started running around making chit chat with everyone to entertain them.
Out ‘wedding planner’ aka the venue’s owner decided after the food that he should make a toast and announce our dance (apparently a Tango?). It was all in Romanian obviously so he turned at the end of his speech (which I was trying desperately to blank out) to ask me to translate it for half the room who only spoke English and announced our first dance (apparently a Tango?). For clarity purposes, we didn’t plan on dancing. We are bad at it, it makes us uncomfortable, and there was no room for it anyway on an outdoor good damn terrace. He didn’t stop asking until I actually had to say NO like 5 times in a row the last one being a shout.
After all this he brought out our lovely artisan cake (which was suppose to be our treat as it was pretty expensive) and butchered it with fireworks and added the 3<sup>rd</sup> layer (which was only for extra slices) witch cardboard and everything to it so it looked amazing as you can imagine. To this day I have no idea what flowers were on it from the fireworks which burned them.. (they were real flowers).
Once the cake was done half of the guests left which left Andrews family (most of them pretty elderly) and very few friends to decided to stick by.
I have read a lot of stories worse than mine to try and make myself feel better about it and it didn’t work. Told my husband I wanted to have another wedding and he started giggling like ‘be could barely afford one’
I am too ashamed to tell any of my friends who helps us so much with DIY and flowers and stuff for the venue that all their effort was for nothing and that I hated my day. So I’m trying to spill my soul on the www and just get it out of my system in the hopes that I can get over it.
Our photo album is due to come any way now and I honestly don’t even want to see it. My father and I are obviously no longer speaking and I have decided it is the time it should stay that way.
I am sorry it’s such a long post, I stuck to the main points believe me, just needed to get it out of my system..