Okay... I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m thinking of doing a reception redo on my one year anniversary. Our wedding was only a couple of days ago, but I cannot stop crying and my husband has been silently livid since.
We spent so much time, energy, and effort on our big day. Every single minute we weren’t at work was spent on wedding planning for 8 months.
We had a contract with the venue that said clean up would take place about one hour before the event end time. It’s was a HUGE property and that seemed acceptable to us. Because of this, we hired two people to put everything on the whole property back into our trucks, so that the crew could do their work. Everything was planned perfectly.
Two days before the wedding our caterer canceled. The excuse was that they had accidentally double booked. They refunded all of our money. The two assistants flaked out and never showed up. And the cleaning crew showed up 2 hours before the end time instead one 1 hour before, and they would not leave.
4 of our closest invited friends ended up cooking all day long to make the reception food. They even missed the ceremony. I barely saw my mother or mother-in-law at all. My brothers went missing because they were setting up everything the 2 flakes were supposed to do. Then we finally are able to relax at 7:30 for dancing and drinking and the cleaning crew showed up at 8:00 and started forcing us out.
My my brother got in fistfight with the cleaners after he showed them the contract and they just threw it back in his face.
The dance floor was empty, people left after the cleaners came, the dessert bar went back into their boxes without anyone ever eating any, the DJ left because the cleaners told him to pack up, and our decor was being ripped down while people were just standing there. I never got to dance one single song with my brothers (who I am very close with) or my mom. And I cut my cake alone in a dark side room with just my hubby. I don’t even think there’s a photo of it.
In the end, the people I love the very most went home angry and sad. They felt robbed of what we had all worked so hard for. My family pulled together so hard, as we always do, when things went sideways. But the cleaners tipped the scales so hard that there was no recovering it.
I don’t want to be “that girl”, but I want to have those special moments with my family. I know it won’t be the same. You only get married once. And I’m almost afraid that a redo would just be a forced and painful attempt at what I can never truly get back. I feel sad, embarrassed, and like a total failure. And I don’t know what to do.