Worst wedding day

Hey everyone! I wanted to start this discussion because I have nowhere to talk about my experiences. The story i am about to share may make you question my personality, please feel free to do that, be brutally honest about my wrongdoings.
I married 2 years back and I had the worst experience that still haunts me and to this day everyday this day makes me cry. Me and my H were dating for 6 years before we decided to get married. Everything was rocky from the very beginning. Ours wasn’t a perfect relationship but we knew we loved each other. In our asian/muslim culture it is very important to have our parents permission to be married. Starting from
The discussion it was very toxic had a lot of ups and downs. I planned everything without any help from my husband. I always kept in mind that it has to be cheap and since my parents were paying for it I kept it as lowkey as possible ( my in laws spent nothing. Not a single piece of gift for me even. They didn’t like me and were very reluctant to see me as their sons bride. They just wanted to show up because of the society). Since i kept it very minimal you can expect the quality of the vendor, catering and the photographer to be really low and I was okay with that. I worked my butt off to prepare for it from picking up calls in the middle of getting my makeup done. I go to my makeup artist at 2 ( so i can be done by 6 pm). Exactly when she asked me to go. I go there and my makeup is done. I probably looked the prettiest I could ever look considering I am a below average woman. So i keep waiting at the salon for my car to arrive because the photographer was supposed to work from 7pm to 11pm. My ex bestfriend was supposed to pick me up and go to the venue. It was raining cats and dogs. So i was expecting her to be late. But she was not done. She went to a different salon and wasn’t happy with her makeup so she re did everything and kept me waiting at the salon mind you my H was already there all the guests were their and his friends. I kept calling her and was about to have a mental breakdown. That whole day my H didn’t even call me to check if everything was okay or not. I let that slide thinking I’m gonna see him soon. My selfish friend decided to arrive at 8 o clock and the venue itself was 1 hour away. I kept my cool and went there reached there at 9 and it was still raining. My friend lets my H and his friends know that we arrived. So i climb up the stairs alone. My parents weren’t there yet. I go there and at the entrance i am standing like a fool. I see that my husband and his friends are already at the podium and they were taking pictures. No one came to to receive me. AND then what happened broke my heart and i will never forgive. My H is not good with compliments and it was always an issue. I always fought to teach him that words matter to me. I could let all of those uncomplimented days but to see your highschool sweetheart in a wedding attire should stir something. He didn’t need to say the exact words “ you look beautiful “. Couldn’t he just come and receive me with a smile? (bare minimum right?) NO NOTHING. He kept taking pictures with his friends and doesn’t even look at me. So i go up to the stage and sit. By then it was too late so the photographer didn’t do a single portrait of me(can you imagine i do not have a single photo of myself as a bride). By the time we take pictures (W family) my in laws show up and they come up to the stage and i greet them very respectfully, they do not greet me back or even say anything. Took one photo and left. It broke my heart again. Since it was getting pretty late we had to do the officiating. My mother came pretty late. She had the rings and despite me thinking the worse and reminding everyone before me leaving she did the absolute exact. She forgot the rings at home. By the time it was 10 and the officiating began without the rings ( my cousins went to bring those). I kept my cool through it all but after the officiating it was time for gifts. My parents gave my H a watch, a new phone. I sat there looking at those gifts. I got nothing form my in laws. I started crying uncontrollably. I couldn’t hold it anymore. So the photographer left and we only took 5 couple photos. I didn’t get those photos developed. I didn’t even see any pictures. I can’t possibly look at those without bawling. To these day I couldn’t forget any of those. I cannot forgive anyone who wronged me that day. I certainly cannot forgive what my husband did to me. He was/ is my first love. I just wanted a lowkey celebration. But the way he and his family treated me i will never forget pr forgive.
Please give me advice how can i overcome this. I fought, cried, screamed with my H (he did apologise but what good would it do, he ruined the most special day) and nothing soothes my pain.