Almost 10 years ago I married my DH. We are an interracial couple and neither side was happy about it. My then future mil and fil sent me hate mail and my mother stole money given to her to contribute to my wedding costs, she also later stole wedding gift money.
I was barely 20 and the first among my friends to be married so they didn't take it seriously at all. One friend booked a two week holiday and missed my wedding and another didn't turn up until the start of the wedding so I got dressed alone.
On the day I was going to do my own make up, I had planned every detail because no-one else cared, I even bought my DH's suit and shoes. My DM arrived late and brought a make up 'artist' with her, I stupidly let my guard down and allowed her to do my make up (we have a history of police involvement due to child abuse so I try to avoid anything she offers). It was awful, I looked like a drag queen. I looked at this woman's previous work and it was lovely, I still can't understand what happened that day. I was (and still am) far too timid so just tried convince myself it wasn't that bad. I asked a cousin if it looked bad and she laughed in my face but there wasn't any time to fix anything, I tried to undo as much as I could in the drive to the church. Not one picture from the day is usable. I look hideous and every family member looks like they don't want to be there. I showed a friend who didn't attend the wedding the pictures and she told me not to send her any more pictures. From a guest perspective it went really well, I paid extra for really good food, it was a paid for bar and the venue was stunning. Loads of friends said that it was the nicest wedding they had been to as the guests had clearly been at the heart of my planning.
This will sound absolutely ridiculous especially with all of the pain and suffering happening right now but I think about it every day. I've had therapy. All my friends are getting married now and I'm being the helpful friend going to dress fittings, planning bridal showers and just generally showing up and no-one did that for me. They have beautiful pictures and memories and I just feel deep shame about my wedding day.
Our families pretend that they didn't behave the way that they did 10 years ago and now I have three children they play the doting grandparents to but I can't forget what they did. I was barely out of my teens struggling and they all took such pleasure in making things horrible for me.
What can I do to get over this?