My Fiancé’s Rich Family Was Angry That I, the Bride, Didn’t Foot the Entire Bill for Our Wedding
I’ll never marry a man who wants a fancy wedding again.
My fiancé’s father turned to me: “So how much money are you going to contribute to the wedding?”
We were sitting on the couch in my fiancé’s family’s living room in the mansion where they live. My fiancé had just met with a “florist to the stars,” an expensive caterer, and a wedding planner. The rental of the event venue would cost a fortune.
As a man who had grown up rich, he wanted the best for our wedding. He wanted a big, splashy affair. In fact, the bigger and more expensive, the better.
I was going along with this because that was what he wanted. I wanted to make him happy.
As such, I mistakenly assumed that my fiancé’s side of the family would pay for this wedding. They are quite wealthy. I had no idea that they expected me to pay for any of it.
I know this may sound weird and totally ignorant on my part, but my mother was dead, and I have an estranged relationship with my father. I had no idea if my dad, who has much less money than my fiancé’s family, would contribute anything.
