Entitlement can turn even the happiest moments into unforgettable disasters. These stories reveal how selfish behavior can test patience.
Love might be blind, but entitlement can be impossible to ignore—especially when wedding bells are near. These soon-to-be spouses took their demands to shocking new heights, leaving everyone around them speechless.
Here are four epic stories of entitled soon-to-be spouses who pushed too far—and got exactly what they deserved.
I met Emily three years after my wife’s death. Losing Karen had shattered me. She was the person that I thought I would grow old with, and more importantly, Karen was the mother of our precious daughter, Amy.
There were days when I thought that I’d never heal from the loss of my wife, but as time went on, I knew that hope would come.
“It’s okay to feel your feelings, Jim,” my mother would say.
“But it’s also okay to dream of a new start. Nobody will ever replace Karen. Not for you, nor for Amy.
But it’s okay to want joy.”
And meeting Emily made me feel like it was a fresh start. After a few months of dating, I decided to introduce her to my daughter, who was nine at the time.
“Are you sure, Jim?” Emily asked me, her eyes wide, when we were at dinner.
“Yes,” I reassured her. “Don’t get me wrong, Em.
I think we’re great together, but I can only continue this relationship if you get along with my daughter.”
“No,” Emily said, sipping on a cocktail. “It’s understandable, and I absolutely agree with that. Your daughter comes first.”
To my relief, they hit it off immediately.
Amy, always so perceptive, even at her young age, was thrilled to have another woman in her life.
“I think Emily is pretty cool, Dad,” Amy told me when we went out on a little father-daughter ice cream date.
“So, you like her?” I asked, trying to navigate the situation from my daughter’s point of view.
“I do, Dad,” she said, picking the cherry off her sundae.
Two years later, I proposed to Emily.
Of course, by this time Emily had woven herself seamlessly into our family, and even Karen’s parents seemed to think that her influence was good on Amy.
I was thrilled. I never wanted my in-laws to think that I was replacing Karen or hiding away her memory. I just wanted a sense of happiness.
But as Emily and I threw ourselves into wedding preparations, lines started to get blurred.
“I can’t wait to be a flower girl, Dad,” Amy said, twirling around the living room, pretending that she was wearing a fancy dress.
“I can’t wait for that either,” I replied.
But, during a conversation about the ceremony, Emily suggested that her nephew take that role instead.
“What changed?
I thought Amy was going to be the flower girl,” I asked, puzzled.
“Oh, she can still be involved. I just think it might be cute to have little Joey as the flower boy,” Emily replied, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.
“No, Emily. Amy is my daughter and she’ll be the flower girl.
They can do it together, but Amy will have her moment.”
Emily didn’t argue further, but I noticed a flicker of annoyance cross her face. I brushed it off, thinking it was just pre-wedding stress.
The night before the wedding, I found myself sitting in Amy’s room, tucking her into bed. She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes.
“Are you excited about tomorrow?” she asked.
“I am, sweetheart,” I replied, smoothing her hair.
“But it’s also a little scary, you know? Big changes.”
“Do you think Mom will be happy?” she asked.
Her question pierced my heart. I thought about Karen, about how she would have wanted me to find happiness again.
“I think she would be, Amy.”
When the day of the wedding arrived, everything seemed perfect.
The venue was stunning, with all shades of pink woven together. I was walking down the hallway, waiting to head to the altar, when I heard Emily’s bridesmaids talking behind a door.
“Em was clear. We need to accidentally lock Amy in the dressing room before the ceremony,” a voice said.
“Is she insane?
The kid is her future stepdaughter. Why should we do it?” another voice replied, incredulous.
“Emily said that she cannot stand seeing Amy right now. She found photos of Jim’s wife and Amy looks identical to her,” someone explained.
“And so what?
Emily can’t stand the fact that a child looks like her mother? I want nothing to do with this.”
My blood ran cold.
Anger surged through me. How dare they plan to exclude my daughter?
I took a deep breath and composed myself.
I had to find my daughter.
“Dad!” Amy said when I opened the door to the dressing room where I knew my mother and Amy were.
“Stay with me,” I said, pulling her close. “You don’t have to walk down as a flower girl. You can walk down the aisle with me.”
My daughter beamed and threw her arms around my neck.
As the ceremony began, Emily walked down the aisle, radiant in her wedding dress, a smile plastered on her face.
But when she saw Amy, her expression shifted from joy to shock.
There was my daughter, standing right beside me.
Emily reached me, her eyes wide with fury.
“What is she doing here?” she hissed.
I kept my voice low but steady.
“What? Are you surprised to see Amy?”
“Jim, she was supposed to be… I mean…” Emily stammered, trying to recover.
“Supposed to be in a locked room? Is that what you mean, Emily?” my voice rose, and the guests started to murmur, sensing something was wrong.
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