Groom’s mother intentionally fell out of her chair during the service when they were about to say, “I now pronounce you Mr. & Mrs. Last-Name—“
She insisted that her son race away from his bride to help her up even though 3 men were already assisting her slim, not-in-the-least-bit frail frame. She hooked her arm under his elbow, and had two other men (I forget who) help escort her down the aisle because “she didn’t know if she felt steady.” She needed to leave right then to go be examined.
So, the mother of the groom walked down the aisle with the groom…and the bride walked after them alone, after a few stunned minutes of silence.
Groom refuses to leave the wedding to go to the hospital with her, but since she’s making a big deal of her (wrist) injury, they call an ambulance.
The waiting area for the paramedics was outside the area of the reception, where people were gathering and mingling for cocktail hour, so she insisted that they open the double-doors and lock them open so she can “see” what is happening before she goes. She sobs loudly. Most of us can’t help but look out the door and watch. The bride has gone somewhere to freshen up with her bridesmaids, the groom is STILL with mom because she won’t let go of his arm.
Bride is ready, ambulance crew is examining ‘horribly injured’ mom….groom leaves mom’s side to go walk in and make their bride adnd groom announced entrance to the reception.
Mom suddenly decides she just needs her arm wrapped up and doesn’t need to go to the ER after all. She won’t walk in with the assistance of any male who offers to help (because she still claims to need someone’s arm), and demands son comes back out.
He does. She walks in with son, who has left his new wife again…AND two paramedics. She’s clinging to those two men (with one behind her) for dear life, making mournful faces and fluttering her eyes. They sit her down.
Things feel normal for a while.
About an hour later, she’s up mingling, perfectly fine. 20 minutes after that, she’s taken the brace off of her wrist because she doesn’t want to have it in pictures when the photographer starts doing the family photos.
It never goes back on her wrist.
No complaint ever again; the next moringing she was miraculously healed.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you upstage a bride.