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Mama Drama

I've been waiting for the wedding day on Don't Be Tardy for the Wedding.

It was the wedding and finale - Kim Zolciak and Kroy Biermann getting married on 11/11/11 at sunset just as Kim planned. She also planned on her mother being trouble, which apparently her mother's sister wanting to use the restroom indoors versus the $5000 porta - potty outside was all it took.

"I'm not using the porta-potty, screamed Kim's mom. " We're gonna draw the line in the sand like right now." She continued screaming that if they didn't let her in she was going to bring the house down.       

Okay, I get they had instructed security that no one was allowed in the house, which included Kroy's family, but really? I also get that KJ was sleeping and they didn't want the baby to be woke up, but Karen (her mom) and aunt snuck in anyway - woke the baby up talking crap about Kim and Kroy, so was it really worth starting a family feud?                                                                                                                              

The icing on the cake was having her mother and father escorted off the premises as they're cutting the cake - you see them driven off the property in a golf cart. I think Kim better hope that her girl's have a little more respect for her on their wedding day.

My mom was late, loud and obnoxious at my niece's wedding, but not one of us would have even thought of removing her from the wedding. I realize weddings are special days, but family is much more.

From what I've read it looks like Kim kicking her mom to the curb came back and bit her in the ass. You know the saying, what goes around comes around. Kim was kicked out of her dream house and back to Big Poppa’s condo...Ouch! 


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