I'm not.
I am the one who was told on their 5th wedding anniversary AND 5 months pregnant with my 2d child, by my husband that he was in love and wanted a divorce. That he had been in love with someone else for 18 months and needed me gone soonest. We were driving to a huge formal party and I was warned to not make a scene or act 'off' coz it would embarrass him.
I am the one who had to take herself to the hospital to give birth to that 2d child alone coz her husband was busy. I had to call a neighbor.
I am the one whose husband's mistress was my first visitor, mere hours after giving birth, to ask how long would it take to recover so I could move my 2 yr old son, newborn daughter, and me out of the house so she and my husband could move in together and get married.
I am the one who had no money to buy my newborn a crib mattress coz husband spent that money on her schooling.
I am not the one to tell anyone how to handle hardship.
I am the one who truly wishes that others would stay as strong as they can and never let 'em see you sweat. I am the one who learned that not being hard hurts worse, that you can be your own worst enemy.
I am the one who spent countless times in emergency rooms 'coz I fell', who got an STD from her spouse while pregnant with the 1st child so badly that I required hospitalization and minor surgery. Who was once actually bitten (upper thigh so it would not show). Who was kicked repeatedly as I was curled in a ball on the floor coz he came home drunk and the baby cried.
I am the one who was trapped in a foreign country for 5 years with zero (my) family and no resources to get help. Where his family gave no support and watched it all happen. Who was encouraged from a 5th floor balcony to "Just jump, you know you are better off" coz he didn't want to pay me child support. I am the one who did anything to keep my children coz I was threatened if I didn't "behave", that my kids would disappear and I'd never see them again (which was very possible, his family did that to another brother's wife).
I am the one that when they finally got back to the US, I still endured court, lawyers, bruises, having my home broken into, more ER visits, and had to suck it up til it was all over...and that took years.
I am very compassionate that OP has a broken engagement, it hurts me that she is so broken that she feels a need to isolate. I was even maybe hoping that the brother brought the ex-fiancé there to maybe mend the relationship, get them back together.
I am the one who wants OP to stand up straight and act like nothing happened that she can't handle. I am the one who wants OP to not bend or show her heart is broken. I want OP to be strong.