Cabin in the Woods
Our bad honeymoon started at the wedding. My wedding was on the hottest day in recorded history for my town (in Texas, so think triple-digits). The photographer shows up with a point and shoot camera, so all of our pictures are crap.
My husband booked a “cabin in the woods” in Tennessee because I have social anxiety and we wanted privacy. We get there and the area is more crowded than our place back home. It had a giant un-covered window about 8 feet up on the wall that the neighbor’s back porch looked directly into. We had to be careful because if you stood 3 feet from the bed you were in plain sight of the neighbors.
Then on the second day of the honeymoon we both came down with a horrible flu and had to come home 3 days early (both still madly sick), taking turns driving the 12 hour trip home.
It was another full week before we were well.
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