A Traditional Irish Ceremony
I once went to a wedding where both families were Irish. My girlfriend knew them, but I didn’t. At the ceremony, the groom’s ex-wife started shouting something and was gently directed outside.
I couldn’t hear what was said. The reception was amazing—nice venue and all, but a bunch of guests had brought their own instruments and just started jamming what I can only describe as a genuine Irish Jig.
There was a LOT of booze. There was no responsible serving of alcohol and I’m certain it was by design. At some point, I used the men’s room and was curious if I’d just seen the groom in a stall (door open)
with someone who was not the bride. I didn’t know these people and it might have just been someone else, so I said nothing. Sometime later and the girlfriend states seriously,
“We should get going now.” Yeah sure. We grab our stuff and head downstairs. I see the suspicious fellow again in the stairwell going to absolute town on this same lady.
My girlfriend grabs my arm tightly and keeps walking past, mumbles a thank you for the invite, and I just smile and follow cause it’s all weird.
Yep, that was the groom, doing stuff to his ex-wife at his own wedding to another woman. The look that woman gave us as we passed was this smugly dominant, “I always get what I want” drunk glare.
Wow. I got it all explained to me after we were in a cab and well on our way home, but that look still haunts me to this day. Story credit: Reddit / ArtificeOne