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I'm a (28F), and my younger brother (24M), "Zedd," is at the center of my dilemma. My ex (28M), "Dopey," and I grew up together through church, so our families knew each other long before we dated. He became close with my brothers, especially Zedd, while I became close with some of his siblings.
Our relationship lasted several years, and honestly, it was filled with family drama. We constantly lived with relatives, roommates, or siblings, and there was always some new conflict. Early on, we shared a tiny apartment with his sister, her husband, his younger brother, and eventually one of his older cousins. That cousin would constantly run between Dopey's sister and us, stirring up drama while pretending to be everyone's friend. We didn't realize she was playing both sides until things completely blew up. After that, his sister (I'll call her Prissy) separated from her husband, moved back in with a new boyfriend none of us agreed to live with, and the drama somehow got even worse. Looking back, I spent a lot of the relationship sacrificing my own comfort to keep everyone else happy.
By the time COVID hit, our families had pressured us into having a wedding neither of us really wanted. We went through with the ceremony, but somehow never got around to signing the marriage certificate. That's where the whole "fake marriage" comes from—everyone thought we were legally married, but we never actually were. Looking back, that was probably the biggest blessing in disguise. To everyone else, we looked like a married couple, but behind closed doors, we were really just two friends trying to force a relationship that wasn't meant to be. I guess in some states we'd probably be considered common-law married, but either way, we kept acting like a married couple while ignoring all the signs that we shouldn't be together. And for some reason, every time Dopey came up with another wild, life-altering idea, I let myself get talked into it when I really should've just said, "Absolutely not."
For example, Dopey convinced me to move to another state. I asked Zedd if he'd move too, and he agreed. I was hesitant, but I made the budget, found both apartments, paid both security deposits, rented the U-Haul, and helped Zedd and me line up jobs before we even moved. Basically, I did everything I could to make the move work. The deal was that Dopey would be home more often so I could finally focus on finishing my degree. That was the whole reason I agreed to move.
That didn't happen.
He was an international truck driver and stayed gone for weeks at a time, leaving me alone in a brand-new state where I knew no one. Zedd lived nearby, too, but he was finally getting to enjoy being independent, and I didn't want to lean on him too much.
Whenever Dopey came home, he'd spend most of his free time hanging out with Zedd instead of helping around the apartment, even after promising to do simple things before I left for work. I wasn't upset that they were friends—I just wanted my husband actually to act like my partner.
When I told Dopey how lonely I was, his solutions were... interesting. First, he suggested we become foster parents after living in the new state for less than two months. Then he wanted me to quit my job and travel with him in his truck full-time. I eventually gave in because I felt like every plan I had for myself had fallen apart anyway. I figured I'd at least try it once and spend time with him. I told myself it would be like a fun road trip.
Girl... bye.
Traveling with him ended up being the loneliest I've ever felt. My days consisted of sleeping, reading, or staring out the window while he drove. He was almost always on the phone gossiping with one cousin or another, especially Prissy, while I just sat there feeling like an extra in someone else's life. I'd left my job, my routine, and any sense of independence behind to spend time with him, yet somehow I still felt completely alone. Looking back, I think that's when I realized I had built my entire life around someone who wasn't building one with me.
Not long after, while we were still on the road, he sat me down in the truck and said we should separate. I agreed because, after everything, I realized we had been pretending to have a marriage that never really worked. Four months after moving states, I was separated, unemployed, and trying to figure out my life from scratch. I also had almost another week trapped in that truck with him while I was on my period, which is something I wouldn't wish on anybody.
Thankfully, things got much better. I was able to live independently for almost 3 years; it was the best feeling ever, and I recommend it to any young woman able to do so. I found a good job, started a hobby that still makes me money today, learned to enjoy living on my own, and eventually moved back to my home state in 2025. I'm now with an amazing man who's basically my best friend, and life is wonderfully quiet.
Now for the reason I'm here.
During the second year after my breakup, Zedd told me one of Dopey's younger cousins, "Kay," was interested in him. I thought it was odd because she'd known Dopey and me for years, but only became interested after the breakup. Later, I found out Dopey had actually encouraged her to pursue my brother because he thought they'd be a good match.
They started dating and are still together.
Zedd eventually moved to Kay's state, where my ex and several of his family members also live. So now my brother is not only dating my ex's cousin but is also surrounded by my ex's family. Meanwhile, he and Dopey never stopped being friends. When Dopey came back to town after our breakup, he'd even stay at Zedd's apartment.
I'll be honest—that hurt.
I never expected my brother to hate my ex forever, but it stings that they're still so close after everything. It hurt even more because Zedd would complain to me about Dopey while still maintaining their friendship.
Recently, my mom mentioned that Zedd told her Dopey is "there for him more than I am." Apparently, he said, when he calls me, I rarely answer, but Dopey always does.
I should probably defend myself here because that sounds awful.
Literally nobody gets me on the phone. Not my mom, my grandma, or even my boyfriend. My family jokes that you'd have better luck sending a smoke signal because I'm always reading or working on my art. Texting me first is the easiest way to get a response, so this isn't about me not caring.
I love my brother, and I'll always be there for him. I guess what I'm struggling with is whether I'm holding on to resentment I should let go of. When we do speak, which is very little now, I feel as though I can't really talk to him like I want because my ex is peaking around the corner listening lol. If not, my ex, Zedd, is dating Dopey's cousin, so maybe she knows more than I would like her to. I don't know, maybe that shouldn't matter, right?
Should I talk to him about why his friendship with my ex still hurts me? Or should I accept that he's happy, let things stay low-contact, and move on?
I don't even know what outcome I'd expect from the conversation, which is why I'm so torn.