Entitlement can turn even the happiest moments into unforgettable disasters. These stories reveal how selfish behavior can test patience.
Love might be blind, but entitlement can be impossible to ignore—especially when wedding bells are near. These soon-to-be spouses took their demands to shocking new heights, leaving everyone around them speechless.
Here are four epic stories of entitled soon-to-be spouses who pushed too far—and got exactly what they deserved.
I met Emily three years after my wife’s death. Losing Karen had shattered me. She was the person that I thought I would grow old with, and more importantly, Karen was the mother of our precious daughter, Amy.
There were days when I thought that I’d never heal from the loss of my wife, but as time went on, I knew that hope would come.
“It’s okay to feel your feelings, Jim,” my mother would say.
“But it’s also okay to dream of a new start. Nobody will ever replace Karen. Not for you, nor for Amy.
But it’s okay to want joy.”
And meeting Emily made me feel like it was a fresh start. After a few months of dating, I decided to introduce her to my daughter, who was nine at the time.
“Are you sure, Jim?” Emily asked me, her eyes wide, when we were at dinner.
“Yes,” I reassured her. “Don’t get me wrong, Em.
I think we’re great together, but I can only continue this relationship if you get along with my daughter.”
“No,” Emily said, sipping on a cocktail. “It’s understandable, and I absolutely agree with that. Your daughter comes first.”
To my relief, they hit it off immediately.
Amy, always so perceptive, even at her young age, was thrilled to have another woman in her life.
“I think Emily is pretty cool, Dad,” Amy told me when we went out on a little father-daughter ice cream date.
“So, you like her?” I asked, trying to navigate the situation from my daughter’s point of view.
“I do, Dad,” she said, picking the cherry off her sundae.
Two years later, I proposed to Emily.
Of course, by this time Emily had woven herself seamlessly into our family, and even Karen’s parents seemed to think that her influence was good on Amy.
I was thrilled. I never wanted my in-laws to think that I was replacing Karen or hiding away her memory. I just wanted a sense of happiness.
But as Emily and I threw ourselves into wedding preparations, lines started to get blurred.
“I can’t wait to be a flower girl, Dad,” Amy said, twirling around the living room, pretending that she was wearing a fancy dress.
“I can’t wait for that either,” I replied.
But, during a conversation about the ceremony, Emily suggested that her nephew take that role instead.
“What changed?
I thought Amy was going to be the flower girl,” I asked, puzzled.
“Oh, she can still be involved. I just think it might be cute to have little Joey as the flower boy,” Emily replied, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.
“No, Emily. Amy is my daughter and she’ll be the flower girl.
They can do it together, but Amy will have her moment.”
Emily didn’t argue further, but I noticed a flicker of annoyance cross her face. I brushed it off, thinking it was just pre-wedding stress.
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