So I (28F) was a bridesmaid at my childhood friend Mayale’s (27F) wedding a week ago. In the weeks before the wedding, Mayale starting acting up. She broke her sobriety to “celebrate” her last weeks as an unmarried woman and very quickly got back into old habits. The week of the wedding, it became a nightmare. She was getting wasted every night, so I and others had to do practically everything for her. It was completely embarrassing having to schedule her hair/nails/makeup appointments and choose everything myself, and multiple people thought I was the bride. It’s like Mayale wasn’t taking any of it seriously. We had to reschedule the wedding rehearsal to the morning of the wedding because she was out drinking and lost track of time. I decided to be real with her. The night before her wedding, I told Mayale I didn’t want to be part of her wedding if she wasn’t gonna get her shit together. She promised she’d be normal at the ceremony and said I wouldn’t be a good friend if I quit. The morning of Mayale’s wedding, the rescheduled rehearsal was cancelled because she had a hangover, which was basically inevitable. We decided to do a quick run through of it without her (and without her now-husband who was trying to cure her hangover) and hoped for the best. Fortunately the wedding was in the late afternoon. I and the other bridesmaids had to get ready by ourselves, and we didn’t actually see Mayale until the ceremony because she needed time. She missed all her appointments, but she sent a surprisingly rational-sounding voicemail saying she’d get herself together by herself. For a second I was actually proud of her. 35 minutes after the wedding was supposed to start, Mayale finally walked down the aisle. And it was like that one Selena Gomez red carpet from a few years ago. She showed up at her own wedding, DRUNK. And presumably high. I later heard that she downed a full bottle of champagne (meant for the reception) 10 minutes before walking the aisle. She was giggling/crying unnaturally down the aisle and slurring whatever words came out of her mouth. I hope I heard wrong but I’m pretty sure she said “is this *my* wedding?” to the officiater. I don’t wanna be mean about her appearance but I think it’s necessary to bring up. Her hair wasn’t done. Her nails weren’t done. She wasn’t wearing her wedding dress. She had the right shoes on at least. No veil in sight. It was a small wedding but everybody was pretty much horrified. I decided to quietly slip out of there because she broke her promise. She was a hot mess. A pig, sorry but it’s true. Several days after, Mayale texted and asked why I wasn’t in any of the wedding pictures. So I told her the truth, I’d left. She told me I was a horrible unsupportive friend and I told her I half-agreed because I can’t support her. We haven’t spoken since, but yesterday she did repost my Instagram story (where I told people my dog died) with a 🤣 emoji sticker. So I know she’s still mad with me. AITA?