What if a single snapshot from the past held the power to dismantle your present? These accounts reveal the hidden secrets and connections lurking in forgotten photographs and prove that it’s not always easy to uncover the truth.
A businessman and a teenager are confronted with an image from the past that changes the course of their lives, while a child is traumatized by the painting behind his grandparents’ old picture. Let’s discover what happened to each of them in these three shocking stories.
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Millionaire Demolishes Old Man’s House, Unexpectedly Sees His Childhood Photo among Ruins
I’m Elliot, and I used to think success was all about money. As a real estate developer, I thrived on transforming landscapes and turning empty lots into expensive buildings.
My latest project, a deluxe shopping mall, was going to be my masterpiece. But there was a problem: an old house smack in the middle of my prime location.
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The owner, Joe, was an elderly man who stubbornly refused to sell. I tried everything to reason with him. I offered him a more than generous amount for the land, and when that didn’t work, I used a bit of intimation. After all, I had connections with the major.
“Please stop,” he begged, his voice cracking, “this house is all I have left. It’s my only treasured memory. Don’t make me homeless. I have nowhere to go.”
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His words hit deep, but I had deadlines, investors breathing down my neck, and a reputation to maintain. Sentimentality couldn’t play a part here.
The major eventually approved the rezoning of the land, so Joe would have to go, regardless of whether he accepted my money or not.
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“Look here, old man. I’m bringing this thing down in two weeks. All you’ve got to do is pack your stuff,” I said when I visited again, but I left quickly, refusing to hear another word from this man.
As expected, I got what I wanted. Demolition day was a spectacle. The roar of machinery, crashing bricks, and dust clouding the air were signs of my victory.
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“Getting rid of that old thorn was so easy!” I thought as I walked through the debris. Then I saw it.
A broken picture frame with a faded photo. It was a young woman holding a baby. More specifically, it was my mother and me.
“WHAT IS IT DOING HERE?!” I gasped, grabbing it with trembling hands.
What was our old picture doing in this old man’s house? Then, a vague memory came. While raising me alone, she had sometimes spoken of a kind stranger who helped her during her darkest hours.
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She never forgot that man, even through the sickness that took her life, but apparently, I did. Could this be him? The man whose life I’d just destroyed? Why didn’t I remember him?
Guilt and fear ran through my mind. So, I called some people, pulled several strings, and discovered that Joe had relocated to a nursing home after I forced him out of his property.
“What are you doing here??” he rasped when he saw me, his eyes filled with pain. “Did you come here to gloat?”
I knelt beside him, shaking my head. “No, Joe, I found this…” I held the picture up.
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His expression softened. “Samantha,” he sighed, a wistful smile gracing his lips. “She was like a daughter to me.”
Then, he told me how he’d found my mother, abandoned and destitute in the rain, with me in her arms. He gave her shelter and helped her rebuild her life. She and I lived in the house I’d just destroyed for five years.
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This meant that Joe and his old home were the reason I was standing there, successful and wealthy.
What’s more, I’d repaid his past kindness with cruelty. Shame burned through me.
But I had a chance to make things right.
The next day, I halted the mall project. After, I reworked things with lawyers, the major, and the investors. It took a lot of convincing, but it was for the best in the end.
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Soon, I had Joe’s house rebuilt, brick by brick, more beautiful than before. Then I presented it to him while begging his forgiveness.
“I forgive you, Elliot,” he said, his eyes filled with compassion. “You saw your errors and started to make amends. Your mother would be proud.”
Afterward, I became a frequent visitor at Joe’s house, and as I learned from his wisdom, I changed my ways.
Aside from lucrative pursuits, which I made sure never displaced honest people from their homes, I also worked with non-profit organizations. Together, we rebuilt and renovated homes within the community.
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This was how I learned that success was more than just projects and numbers in my bank account. It was also about the impact you left on the world.
Girl’s Entire Life Turns Upside Down When She Discovers Who Her Real Mother Is
My mom was always seriously strict. So, when my BFF Stacy invited me to her party, I knew I had to devise a plan. I mean, I was almost 16! All my friends went to parties.
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So, I tried reasoning with her. I reminded her about my awesome grades, how I helped around the house, and how I was basically the perfect daughter. But she wasn’t buying it.
“No,” she said before I even finished asking.
My dad, as usual, was no help. He always sided with her. Frustrated, I blurted out, “If Meredith were here, she would support me!” Meredith was my older sister, and my rock.
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But Mom simply told me to go to my room and have my tantrum there.
I was so mad I slammed the door. But once inside, I knew one thing: I wasn’t giving up. I was going to that party!
Later that night, after my parents went to bed, I snuck out through the garage. I’d done it a million times before. But this time, I bumped into a shelf and knocked some stuff over.
As I was picking things up, panicking, an unfamiliar photo caught my eye. It was Meredith, but she looked about my age…and she was pregnant!
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My mind raced. Where was this child? My niece or nephew? Then it hit me. Could she be my…? No, that wasn’t possible.
Shaking my head, I shoved the photo in my pocket. I had to get to Stacy’s! This could wait.
The party was awesome! Everyone was dancing and having fun. But then, someone yelled, “COPS!”
It was total chaos. In the confusion, I ran straight into a police officer on my way out. To make matters worse, he took a whiff of my breath and put me in the back of a squad car.
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At the police station, I called Meredith. I couldn’t call my parents; they’d kill me! Meredith was super annoyed about having to drive to the station and pick me up, but she still came.
Once I saw her, I was reminded of the photo in my pocket. So, in the car, I showed it to her.
“Oh boy,” she said, her eyes wide.
“Why are you pregnant in this photo? And where is the baby?” I asked, tilting my head.
Meredith sighed. “We need to talk, but Mom and Dad should be there for this.”
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“Just tell me!” I begged, but she shook her head and kept driving.
We pulled into Mom and Dad’s driveway, and I saw they were already awake. They must have noticed I wasn’t in my room, or perhaps Meredith had called them before picking me up.
Anyway, she rushed out and said, “It’s time for her to know.”
“Know what?” Dad asked.
“That I’m her mother,” Meredith responded.
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“What do you mean you’re my mother?!” I screamed, even though I’d suspected it earlier.
No one even looked at me. Instead, everyone started yelling. My mom was furious at Meredith for telling me.
Meanwhile, I was furious at all of them for lying to me my whole life, so I started yelling too. At one point, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I ran.
I ended up at the river near my house. It was my childhood escape. That day, I cried and cried until Meredith found me.
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“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I asked, between sobs.
She explained that she was only 15 when she had me, and my mom wanted to keep it a secret, so she could have a good future.
Meredith had always wanted to tell me but was afraid that Mom and Dad wouldn’t support her.
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After hearing her story and her pain, I realized that was still angry, but I understood her side. I even understood then why Mom – well my grandmother – had always been so strict.
“Can you forgive me?” she asked. “I’ll try to stop being your sister and start being your mom.”
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I nodded. “So, should I start calling you Mom?” I asked, managing a small smile to lighten the mood.
“Only if you call Mom Grandma. She’ll be furious,” Meredith joked.
We laughed, and some of the tension finally eased. We had a long road ahead of us, but at least we had each other.
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A Boy Screams Every Time He Sees Old Family Photo until Mom Looks at It Closer
It’s been a year since my son Adam’s kidnapping, and while we got him back, it feels like a part of him is still missing. He barely speaks, his smiles are fleeting, and those big, expressive eyes are often filled with a terror I can’t understand.
One dinner with my husband, Jake, his big brother, Steve, and his wife, Gina, became another painful reminder of how different things were.
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We were looking at old photos when I called out to Adam, “Look, these are your grandparents!” I lifted the photo, so he could see it better.
But his reaction was completely unexpected. He burst into tears and covered his eyes. It was a simple picture of his young grandparents enjoying dinner, but it triggered him to a point I couldn’t understand.
Still, I comforted him and sent him to his room. Later, Gina found me in the kitchen with tears still slipping down my cheeks as I scrubbed dishes.
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“No progress?” she asked gently.
I shook my head. “The doctor says the trauma was severe. We’ve tried therapists, but he just shuts down.”
I remembered the awful day he was taken: the ransom call and our race to get the money. Sometime after we’d delivered the money, the police found Adam abandoned by the side of the road.
Yet, the kidnappers were never caught.
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“I can understand the trauma, but it’s always that photo,” I confessed to Gina. “I’ve been trying to show it to him sporadically to see if he’s getting better or if he tells us the issue. Like exposure therapy. But every time he sees it, he freaks out.”
Gina didn’t have to say, but she could sympathize.
When she and Steve left, Jake and I went to Adam’s room. He still refused to speak, and just as I was losing hope, my husband had an idea.
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He sat down next to our son and told him that all parents are superheroes. We would never let anything or anyone hurt him again. After all, we saved him before.
Adam nodded, and Jake told me to get the photo. Our son started crying, but with gentle coaxing and assurances, we finally got him to look at the image.
We begged him to tell us what was wrong. To our surprise, his trembling finger lifted, and he pointed to the painting hanging on the wall behind his grandparents in that old photograph.
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It depicted a farm.
His face twisted again, but we told him he had done a fantastic job. Then, I had an idea. I grabbed one of his storybooks and said, “How about you use the words and letters in here to tell Daddy and Mommy what you’re scared of?”
Surprisingly, it worked. Adam began picking out letters with interest. First, he stopped on a page and pointed to the letter “I.”
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“Good job, champ! Keep going!” Jake encouraged, and Adam pointed to the word “here.”
Then, his finger went back to the painting hanging behind his grandparents in the photo. He looked up at both of us, terrified again.
I realized with horror what he was trying to say. It was probably my maternal intuition. What if he’d been held captive in the place depicted in that painting?
Just in case, I asked, and he nodded, before bursting into tears.
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Jake and I stared at each other and knew what we had to do immediately. But the next day, when the police proved completely inept, we took matters into our own hands.
Based on the painting, which featured a lake, we had a fairly good idea of where it might be, so we drove there. It took us a while to find the right property, as other farms had been built, but we finally did.
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Except, this place was now abandoned. There was a dilapidated barn behind the main house, and something in my gut told me to go inside. Dust and the smell of decay hit my nose as we walked in, but I kept going.
Finally, I saw a cap on the floor. It was Adam’s cap, the one he was wearing the day of his kidnapping. So, Jake called the police. They had to listen now. While we waited, he started searching the barn for any other clues.
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Unexpectedly, he found another painting hidden behind some hay bales. It was the same scene depicted in the old photo, but it featured a woman and a young girl near the lake.
Jake flipped the painting over. There was an inscription on the back: “Dorothy & Lesley Marie.”
“Oh no,” he whispered, his shoulders sagging. “I just realized… I know this place. It belonged to my great-grandmother.”
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Then, Jake explained that he vaguely remembered coming here as a child. He’d forgotten all about it until this moment.
The woman in the painting was his great-grandmother, and the girl was his grandmother, who had inherited the farm and later sold it after her husband died, back when Jake and Steve were young.
Something began nagging in my gut at his words, but soon, the police arrived and searched the farm. Unfortunately, aside from Adam’s cap and the painting, there was nothing else.
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Jake told the police what he just remembered and added, ‘My brother, Steve, used to come here with my grandmother too.”
It clicked then for me, and the officer must have gotten his implication. “Are you suggesting your brother was involved in this?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
Was that possible? Steve might have known about the farm, though he’d never mentioned it, not even when we were desperately searching for clues during Adam’s kidnapping. We had no way to truly know unless we tested our theory.
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So, the police suggested a plan. We would call Steve and tell him the police had found a lead in Adam’s case thanks to the old portrait of their parents with the painting of the farm, which they were going to search through.
If he was involved, he might panic and try to cover his tracks.
Of course, we also explored the idea that the current owner of the farm was involved, but police discovered that the bank owned this place. They hadn’t been able to sell it in so many years.
Therefore, we made the call, and Steve fell for it.
The next day, we watched from a distance as he drove up to the abandoned property with a can of gasoline, clearly intending to burn the place down. The police swarmed and arrested him on the spot.
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Eventually, we learned that Steve was resentful because Jake had inherited a larger share of their parents’ company. This happened because Jake had worked in the business since he was a teenager, while Steve partied during high school and college.
Believing this to be unfair, my husband’s brother had kidnapped Adam to extort money from us. He chose the farm as his hideout, knowing that Jake had probably forgotten it.
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Throughout all of this, Gina had no idea. and left our town as soon as Steve was sentenced.
The betrayal was devastating, but in the end, justice prevailed. We had answers, we had closure, and most importantly, we knew now why Adam cried about the photo. His therapy was adjusted to work on it specifically.
If you liked these stories, check out this other set about selfless acts. Kindness can ripple through the world in unimaginable ways. In these three heartwarming stories, ordinary people performed extraordinary acts of generosity, only to find their lives profoundly changed in return.
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5 Unforgettable Tales of the Worst Bridezillas
What makes a bride turn into a bridezilla? Is it the nervousness and anxious thoughts that make brides lose their cool, or do they get angry because of other things?
Every woman wants her wedding day to be perfect, but when that stress gets intense, the brides either flip out or, let’s be real, their true colors start to show. Here are stories from five folks on Reddit who’ve witnessed some of the most jaw-dropping bridezilla moments.
Comments have been edited for clarity and grammar.
1. My Best Friend’s Wedding
u/ajlawford: I had a silent bridezilla. She was my best friend of 15 years and didn’t ask for much during the wedding planning as there were only two months between the engagement and the wedding day.
There was no bachelorette party, dress shopping, gift exchanges, or in-person meetups. We lived two hours away, but she didn’t want my input.
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She wanted me to buy a dress, look pretty, and attend her wedding. I thought, “OK, whatever you want. You’re my best friend, and I’m excited you are getting married.”
She didn’t even let me help with her hair and makeup on the wedding day. Instead, she just asked me to focus on my hair and makeup. She didn’t trust me to do it well enough because I had short hair. Okay, fine. It’s your day, whatever.
Everything went well until the bride got her sister to call me. During the two-hour-long call, the bride’s sister criticized my every move throughout the wedding, saying that I should never have accepted to be a bridesmaid if I didn’t want to participate.
She also reviewed my Facebook profile to note what I had spent my money on (for example, I posted about joining a bowling league for fun). She said I should have spent that money on the wedding.
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The wedding was two days after Christmas, and her family didn’t even celebrate Christmas that year because of the wedding.
Meanwhile, I was criticized for not spending more time with her, even though I traveled three hours by train the day after Christmas to hang with her the night before her wedding.
Apparently, I should have stayed the night of the wedding to hang with the other two bridesmaids, but I opted to drive home with my boyfriend as I needed to work.
Initially, the bride said she would pay for my makeup on the wedding day, but she changed her mind two weeks before the event.
She asked me to drive for two hours and buy an expensive makeup brand. Despite knowing I was broke after Christmas shopping, I accepted her wish and purchased the makeup. However, she still thought I had an attitude about this.
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I was also criticized for not giving a gift, although the bride said, “Being a bridesmaid was gift enough.”
After these events, the bride stopped talking to me and blocked me on Facebook. After months of being mistreated, I finally cut my best friend and her sister out of my life.
The last time I saw either of them was the wedding day, which was five years ago. I never even got to see the wedding photos. It’s so sad to see long-term friendships ending over nothing.
She should have told me about her expectations instead of expecting me to guess them and then judge me for not meeting her demands. She also should have talked to me directly instead of involving her sister.
2. She Was Mean as Hell
u/sojadedblond: A friend took out a $7500 loan for her wedding. Okay, that was not too bad. It was workable and sounded pretty reasonable. Then, she asked her fiancé to take out a $25,000 loan. (She forced him by saying she’d leave him if he didn’t.)
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He had much better credit and got the loan. Then, my friend begged his parents to pay for their honeymoon while they had no idea she had asked their son to take out a loan.
They thought her parents were paying for a modest outside wedding at a local garden, and she repeatedly lied to them until a few weeks before the wedding. She kept threatening to leave her fiancé if he didn’t do things as she wanted them done.
Anyway, his parents were so happy to pay for a cruise (a nice Alaskan cruise) for their honeymoon, but that wasn’t enough for her.
She then lied to her parents, saying that his parents were only giving them $250 for the honeymoon. Her parents were shocked as they were paying for the wedding and reception and thought the groom’s family would at least pay for some of the honeymoon.
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They encouraged her to get a better job (she worked 20 hours a week as a receptionist at a nail salon) or to at least go full-time at her current job, but she flat-out refused, saying she had so much to do in planning for the wedding/honeymoon, etc. She was an absolute nightmare.
She and I hadn’t talked since high school (we weren’t very close, more like acquaintances), and she had gotten my number from a mutual friend to call and ask if I’d sing at her wedding.
During that phone call, she told me about everything that happened. She added that she wanted her fiancé to take off two and a half weeks instead of the nine days he’d already taken.
When she asked me what she should do about the honeymoon, I told her she was being a little unreasonable and very demanding with people.
I said it gently and kindly. I wasn’t just like, “Wow, you’re being the worst person ever right now, and your fiancé is really stupid to marry you for a lifetime.”
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I said, “It seems like you’re putting a lot of pressure on everyone around you to do things your way and only your way. This is Evan’s wedding, too. Maybe ask him what he’d like. Planning this together instead of you alone can be much more fun. You guys will be together for a lifetime, so putting this much stress on everyone, yourself included, just makes things so much harder than they have to be.”
She was quiet for a few seconds, then said, “Uh, okay, I deserve this wedding, and Evan will give me what I want. I don’t want you to sing at the wedding. You’re so mean for telling me I don’t deserve a beautiful wedding!”
When I tried to explain that I thought she could have a gorgeous wedding, just with less stress and anxiety, she said, “You’re just like everyone else. You don’t want me to be happy! My dad keeps telling me to get a better job, and Evan fought to get the loan, and you saying this makes me want to give up!”
After that, she burst into hysterical tears and hung up. It was bizarre. She was like that in high school: very dramatic, mean, and selfish. However, I don’t remember her being that crazy and delusional. They got divorced 14 months after the wedding.
3. The Bridezilla Tried to Scam the Bridesmaids
u/ShamedShamingShamer: Several years ago, a friend asked me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding. There were six bridesmaids and one maid of honor (MOH).
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The bride had picked out her dress already, one for the MOH and one each for the bridesmaids. The dresses were lovely but a bit expensive at $400 each.
Two bridesmaids, including me, were still in college, and the rest had graduated. Since I was still studying, my budget was super tight.
Once the bride picked the dresses for us, she asked the MOH to coordinate with us for the fittings. The MOH told us she would pay for our dresses using her credit card because she wanted Air Miles. She asked us to pay her directly and said we could repay her in installments if needed (I definitely needed to). We all agreed.
All the bridesmaids picked their dresses together, but I couldn’t join them because of my exams. As a result, I decided to go myself the following week.
The MOH said she would pay for mine on the group trip but to call her if there were any issues with the dress. She said she would handle it.
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When I tried the dress at the shop, it looked perfect, and I was happy. The shop owner went to attend to another client while I was changing back into my clothes, but she confirmed that we were all set.
As I was walking out of the door, a shop employee yelled, “Hey! That will be $200!” I was stunned and totally mortified. I apologized and explained how I thought the MOH had paid for it the weekend before.
The shop owner immediately rushed towards us, diffusing the situation by confirming that the MOH had already paid for the dress. When I turned to leave the store, I realized the shop owner had said $200 and not $400.
Long story short, the dress was only for $200. When I confronted the MOH about it, she spilled the beans.
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Apparently, the bride and MOH plotted together to charge us double to help pay for the bride’s dress. I let the rest of the bridesmaids know, and four of us dropped out of the wedding immediately.
4. The Last-Minute Floral Fiasco
u/Haceldama: I am a florist, and we once had a bridezilla visit our shop. The bride came with her mother at 9 a.m.
They wanted to order a bridal bouquet, a mother-of-the-bride Cattleya orchid corsage, a boutonniere for the groom, and six smaller ones for the groomsmen.
The wedding was scheduled for noon, and they gave us only three hours to fulfill their order. They wanted everything ready by the time they were done with their makeup appointment at the beauty parlor a few doors down.
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The bride was flipping through the FTD sample book and pointing out the style and flowers she wanted. She wanted to order garden roses with long sweeping trails of stephanotis and variegated ivy, all three of which would require at least a week’s advanced order with our suppliers.
The bride was shocked when we told her we didn’t always carry extremely expensive and highly perishable flowers. My boss told them that since they didn’t place an order beforehand, they would be limited to what we had in stock and simple styles that could be assembled quickly.
The bride and her mom kept pointing at the book and arguing that we should have those specific flowers in stock. My boss eventually took the book off the desk and tossed it behind the counter.
The bride vacillated between tears and petulant whining that we would ruin her big day. My boss, who disliked brides in general, told her she had ruined her day by not ordering flowers before her wedding day.
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The mom tried chewing out my boss for lacking customer service skills. My boss told her she was welcome to go down the street to another florist and ask their flower department to make their order with whatever they had in stock.
The mom said she’d do just that and reassured the bride that she’d have her flowers done by the time her appointment was over. Both women stormed out.
I figured that was that, but my boss told me and the other girl to start on six simple dendrobium orchid bouts. Meanwhile, she threw together a ribbon-wrapped bridal bouquet with white roses nearly past their prime.
Twenty minutes later, the bride’s mother slunk back in and meekly asked if we could still assemble what they needed. We did. We also charged her a huge rush fee.
5. The Bridezilla Meets Karma
u/[deleted]: My friend called me one day and asked me to be her maid of honor. At first, I was thrilled. But then things took a bizarre turn.
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She started oddly, asking me to dye my hair blonde, then demanded $1000 for her bachelorette. I was shocked but things worsened when she insisted I lose 10 pounds. I was taken aback by her demand.
Fuming, I thought about teaching her a lesson. But before I could do anything, karma intervened.
A week after our heated conversation, just a day before her wedding, she called me in a panic. “WHAT DID YOU DO??? I just got a call from my bank!” she said.
It turned out that her bank had frozen her account due to suspicious activity. In her pre-wedding frenzy, she had made so many extravagant purchases that the bank suspected fraud.
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One of my exes had his account frozen once and she needed advice as to what I’d done to help my ex-boyfriend. I worked as a banker back then. I refused to help her and hung up.
Have you ever seen a bride throw tantrums and get too demanding with her family and friends? Share your experience with us in the comments section.
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