Has anyone ever not enjoyed their own wedding? For any reason? And what was that reason?

We enjoyed the ceremony when it finally started, but as we invited our parents and siblings who were all non English speakers to the UK, plus we had our 2.5 and 4 months old there it was BUSY. We planned and organized everything, our relatives basically just needed to hop on their planes. And we planned it around the family or so we thought. After the short ceremony, we drove everyone back to our flat, had a lunch and a cake, then off we drove them to Kent, where we hired a 600 years old beautiful house to spend a weekend together, all the 12 of us. It's a homely, comfortably modernized, still beautiful old building, gorgeously furnitured and really cosy, we had enough rooms for all of us, plus communal space to enjoy each others company without being crammed together if we don't want to. It was dream of us really. Still basically half of the adults freaked out, because it was dark, windy and rainy when we arrived (yep, welcome to the British afternoons in November) and they found the house uninviting at first sight, so we had to manage all evening, all the adult tantrums, topped with my hypochondriac father's "man flu" which he got by not dressing for the weather at all. He did not take a coat at all, even though I went through with him on the weather forecast just to be sure. Well he thought better. Plus the baby and the toddler of course, but they were the easiest to handle from the whole bunch. At night my brother and his wife basically used me as a moderator to sort out their marriage issues, so I basically moderated a "but you did this!" "yes, but you said that" kind of show until 4AM. No it did not work out in the long run, they divorced. Next morning everyone's mood lifted though, when the sun came out and they could see why we choose the place, but I would leave them at home, if there ever will be a next time.