Well on my wedding day my mother decided last minute (literally as my car arrived to pick me up) that she was going to stay home because my son "needed a sleep". I didn't argue - I just left.

My dad hadn't spoken with me for years so he didn't know I was getting married.

I arrived at the place we were getting married, saw my DH, burst into tears and walked straight to him to explain about mum. He was beautiful and we got on with it from there.

I look back with mixed feelings. It was highly emotional that my dad wasn't there, my mum should have been but wasn't and all the family there were my DH's. I look back with resentment BUT the main feeling is an enormous wave of love for my DH who took it in his stride and was man enough to cover everyone who wasn't there for me. It was like the first real thing he did to prove we'd be ok.

As for getting past the feelings - I don't know that you ever do to be honest. The best thing to do though is not let the feelings override the joy of the day. For me I think that a wedding isn't about who gives you away - but the promise you've made to your DH. The symbolism for me on the day absolutely encompassed that promise.