I had a similar experience. We were poor and wanted something antique. I found French 19th Century ring I liked for a very low price. It had a tiny diamond, but I don't even like them so I didn't really care. I liked the historic style and simple structure.
But it still hurt when my (then) best friend said "It looks like something you'd get out of a gumball machine" to me. The same friend then said I was too materialistic when I told her that hurt my feelings.
Then she stood me up at my wedding (she was my bridesmaid).
Needless to say: FUCK HER.
But it still completely managed to ruin the joy I felt at the time.
I still have the ring though and I still like it, though I almost never wear rings at all and the marriage ended amicably. Since it isn't obviously an engagement ring though I can easily get away with wearing it on my right hand. All in all I found having a wedding expensive, painful, a lot of work, traumatic, an invitation for abuse, and completely miserable for me. It was more like a hazing ritual in which any happiness I had at the thought of marrying was smashed to pieces while I ran the gauntlet realizing I actually had no friends at all of my own and that none of my husband's friends actually liked me. If I did marry again I'd do it as a vacation, friends only (pay your own way), and I'd wear whatever the hell I felt like wearing that day. But honestly it was so bad I think getting married is something to do for immigration or insurance, and nothing else. I don't ever want to hurt like that again, especially not when I'm sewing and painting all night after work to prepare things, and spending enough money to get a graduate degree on throwing a party for people to make fun of me at.
So come to think of that: FUCK ALL THAT.