My wedding was cancelled three weeks before the date because our families had a massive disagreement. Publicly, I was devastated. Relatives called, friends came over, and everyone treated me like my life had ended. I cried too, but mostly from exhaustion and embarrassment.
The secret is that beneath all of that, I felt relief. I had known for months that I didn't want to marry him, but I lacked the courage to stop it myself. The family fight did what I couldn't. It has been four years, and people still describe it as the worst thing that happened to me. I quietly think it may have saved me.