“My best man brought his girlfriend along as his plus one and she was a nightmare.
She wouldn’t let him walk down the aisle next to my wife’s bridesmaid because ‘it was too intimate.’ She wouldn’t even let him stay for the reception because he had to sit away from her and not with her.
And this was all loudly proclaimed, too. Right up until the point he caved in and just left with her. But the thing was that I had saved up and bought two return tickets to Vietnam (his birth country) for them both just because he is my best bud. So instead of staying at my own reception, I went over to his place to give them to him, only to find her screaming like a banshee and throwing dishware at him.
I stepped in and had a big glass ashtray promptly smashed over my head. A whole bunch of stitches, a concussion, and two police cars later, and that psycho was in the back of a paddy wagon alternating screaming (literally) about how sorry she was and about how sorry she was going to make us. It turned out my guy was getting beat up on the regular by his arranged girlfriend who had been flown over by his family because she saw him as her prize/property. He’d figured he had no other choice but to do what his family wanted.
My wife was furious with me. Mainly because we never ended up getting it on our wedding night but also because I may have actually told her I was going for a chat outside with relatives. That backfired when I called her from the ER.
Long story short, I sent him over to Vietnam solo and he spent two weeks catching up with family he hadn’t seen in nearly 10 years. He also promptly reconnected with the funny little girl he used to live next door to.
They aren’t married yet but when they do get hitched my wedding gift is going to be the biggest glass ashtray I can find. My main dude and his lady have been together now for nine years and have two little girls. They are so disgustingly happy that it would make me puke if I didn’t love them so much.”