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This Bride Called Off Her Wedding After Trying (and Failing) to Charge Guests $1,500 to Attend

31st August 2018 |By | Be the first to comment

Weddings are an expensive business, we get that. There are lots of ways to save money but billing your guests is a sure-fire way to annoy them.

Unfortunately for one Canadian bride-to-be, she learned this lesson the hard way. In a now-deleted Facebook post, she revealed how she’d had to call off her wedding after her guests refused to cough up the $1,500 she’d asked each of them for.

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The bride – named Susan – had saved $15k for her wedding, but was encouraged by a local psychic to up her budget. Encouraged by this, she revised her plan to include a wedding in Aruba: “Our dream wedding amounted to $60,000 – all included with flights to Aruba. All we asked for was a little help from our friends and family to make it happen.”

Susan revealed she had dreamed of being ‘a Kardashian for a day’ – a dream most of us probably share. However, this was dashed when only eight of their guests RSVP’d – including their cheques. Susan diligently re-sent the invitations, but quickly irritated her nearest and dearest with her demands.

Her maid of honour had allegedly pledged $5,000 to help make the wedding happen, but she soon dropped out and things took a turn for the worse.

Her fiancé suggested they scale back and tie the knot closer to home – in Las Vegas. “I laughed in his face,” she wrote, in her incredulous Facebook status. “He was dead serious. He wanted those cheap, raggedy, filthy *****-like Vegas weddings.”

Soon after this, the entire wedding was called off and the couple split. This is when Susan wrote her status, which was shared by a cousin and quickly went viral.

Read the full post (sic) below – and brace yourself!

Dear Friends,

It comes with great sadness that I am announcing the cancellation of the [REDACTED] Wedding. I apologise for cancelling only 4 days beforehand. Unfortunately [REDACTED] and I have broken up due to some recent and irreparable problems. We have decided to end our relationship and not go forth with any future proceedings. However, we are remaining civil and are still a team for our son. After hours of tears, mental exhaustion, and even disassociation, I have come to this decision. In one hour after posting this status, I am going to delete my Facebook. Social media has caused me only paranoia and toxicity. I will be spending these next two months backpacking in South America, exploring my soul and ridding myself of toxic energy brought on by my friends and family – the ones who I thought I could trust the most. Hence, I will be out of the country for all of October and November. Please don’t contact me. When I’m ready, I may make a new Facebook and add friends/family that haven’t ******* stabbed me in the back.

How did all this come crashing down? Well, I invite you all on Facebook – players, bystanders, and side characters of the people in my life – to take a seat and listen. You’re all involved somehow, somehow everyone is wrapped into this mess. Even if you weren’t invited to my wedding, I don’t care. You might hear of the drama and I’d rather you hear it from me. I’m not asking for sympathy. I just want to tell my story.

Before I begin this mini novel, I invite all of you (including the ***** who have ruined my marriage and life) to put yourselves in my shoes. For once, let me take the stage and let me voice the most painful few months of my life.

First, things were a fairy tale. I met the love of my life at 14. We were both young but somehow we just knew we were meant to be. We worked on my family’s farm together and with each warm summer spent in the fields our love grew deeper and deeper. Fast forward to high school. We went strong all 4 years. He put a ring on my finger when I was 18, worth nearly $5k. We’d put everything on the line for each other – everything. We both chose to attend the same community college and work full time in order to build our dream. We spent most of our days by each other’s sides. I will always be thankful for that. Fast forward a few years, I was 20. I realised I was pregnant with my first. We were elated, tearful and thankful to God for this gift. After giving birth to Declyn, I knew the next step would be to focus on my career and become financially stable. My ex did the same. We saved and saved. I was in love, I was happy and I was looking forward to life. We continued working and even got our degree. It was hard, yes, but so blissfully worth it.

We managed to save up nearly $15k for a wedding. Since our love was like a fairy tale, we wanted an extravagant blow out wedding, one where our son could be included. We started touring venues and were torn between the two. A local psychic told us to go with the more expensive option, and we thought why the hell not? We just needed a little push. Our dream wedding amounted to $60k – all included with flights to Aruba. All we asked was for a little help from our friends and family to make it happen.

I SPECIFICALLY, I mean SPECIFICALLY asked for cash gifts. How could we have OUR wedding that WE dreamed of without proper funding? We’d sacrificed too so much and only asked each guest for around $1,500. We talked to a few people who even promised us more to make our dream come true. My maid of honour (who shall not be named) pledged $5,000 along with her planning services. We tearfully thanked and accepted. My ex’s family offered to contribute $3,000. So our request for $1,500 was not ******* out of the ordinary. Like, we made it CLEAR. If you couldn’t contribute, you weren’t invited to our exclusive wedding. It’s a once and a lifetime party.

So, we sent out RSVP’s and only 8 people replied and sent us the check. We were ******* livid. How was this supposed to happen without a little help from our friends? To make matters worse, my ex’s family took back their offer. Suddenly, more people backed out, INCLUDING THE **** MAID OF HONOUR. MY BEST FRIEND SINCE CHILDHOOD. MY SECOND FAMILY. I was so shocked and tearful. To make matters worse, it was only a month before the wedding. To cancel everything would have been more than $5k. Desperately, we resent our invites and asked more people to donate what they could. I mean seriously people, what is $1,000? What is $1,500? Clearly, not a lot. It would be quite manageable and within budget. I’ve heard of people asking for worse.

We also set up a go fund me. That only got us $250. At this point we were exhausted, tired. I yelled at my ex; I became unravelled. I realised my dream wedding was becoming a nightmare.

Then it got worse.

My ex came into the room and offered to get a Vegas wedding done. I laughed in his face, but he was dead serious. He wanted those cheap, raggedy, filthy, ***** like Vegas weddings. I mean, WHAT the ****?? Was he out of his mind? Am I some hooch piece of ******* trash, a ******? Am I supposed to like the idea of getting married in the heart of shady gamblers, alcoholics, and the get rich fast fallacy? Suddenly, my body began to shake as I entered a panic attack.

My ex left the room and didn’t apologise for his horrid suggestion. I then called my maid of honour and cried my eyes out. Instead of sympathy, I was told that I was asking for way too much and I should stick to my budget. I mean… no words can describe. How could someone who offered me THOUSANDS OF ******* DOLLARS then deny me my promised money and then tell me to shift down my budget???? She KNOWS my ******* DREAM was a blowout wedding. I just wanted to be a Kardashian for a day and then live my life like normal. I called her a filthy ******* poor excuse of a friend and hung up.

Then she blocked me off all social media. Rumours swirled. I received anonymous threats. My ex stayed out later and later and I have a feeling he even cheated.

My bridesmaids climbed on the boat with my maid of honour and dissed me. They essentially told me I was crazy. They asked for their deposit back…so I said **** YOU. I refuse to give it back until they can pay me back for their emotional distress.

My ex started to talk to my maid of honour and gossip about me behind my back. I overheard him talking in the basement when he called me a stuck up *****.

Anyway. I am exhausted. I am bone tired. My heart is not the same. It’s stone cold. Fragmented. Empty.

I need to get away from this awful society. How hard would it have been to ******* donate friends? Do I matter to you? Just ******* give me money for my wedding. I won’t even sugarcoat. I won’t even pretend that’s not what I wanted. It was for a dream. I was stabbed, cheated on, and Wrk’d.

Goodbye. See you in two months.

Friendly reminder to you *****. Don’t think you own me. I am cutting all of you snakes off. I am living my life alone now. I only let in those I believe have good intentions. Xoxo.

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Zoe Burke is the Group Content Editor for Confetti.co.uk. As well as editing the Confetti website, Zoe also looks after two other brands, including Wedding Style Collective.

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