When my husband and I got married, we had a beautiful venue that was a historic home built around 1890. It was restored beautifully and we had decor added that was simple and beautiful. We had the reception outdoors in the garden of the home, which was quite large.
We had an enormous tent, "Father of the Bride" style with lights and stars and flowers. It was attended by around 175 people.
Here's where it takes a turn...Our best man,who unknown to us, had gotten quietly married a short time before our wedding at the court house. They wanted pictures so they decided to have a friend take photos of them "posing" as the bride and groom in our venue. Photos in front of our flowers and cake and other areas. It was a big enough area that we did not see this at the time. Also we were occupied enjoying our reception and socializing with our guests. It was a dinner and a DJ dance party.
Later in the evening, a friend approached my husband and told him she observed the Photos being taken along with another guest and they were shocked and appalled. She told my husband as this was his good friend. She was certain that was what they were doing as she heard them being posed by the person photographing them. My husband did not tell me till the next day on our way to our honeymoon. I was flabbergasted and angry. It was essentially stealing in my opinion.
To make matters worse, this was a business transaction marriage for one of the parties to get residency and not be deported, hence the court house nuptials and fake photos for free.
Every time I think of all the work I put in to planning my wedding it makes me mad and sad. I did not have my mother to help and enjoy planning my wedding as she was in hospice and died 6 weeks after my wedding. My family tried to help as much as possible but my mom needed care as did my poor Father as he was grieved watching her decline. We ended our relationship with this person and my husband confronted him about it but there was no remorse on his part. I still loved my wedding and have good memories and I try not to relive this aspect in my mind but it still hurts.
Can you imagine someone doing that to you? What would you do?
Curious in Ga.
