Me and my cousin were inseparable growing up. We were more like sisters than cousins—always together, always supporting each other.

A few years ago, I met my now ex-boyfriend through her—he lived in her town, 250 km (155 miles) away from me. She hated him at first. But after a while, when she saw how well we got along, she started being friendly with him. I was actually happy at the time—I thought we were forming a great little friend group.

Since they were neighbors, they saw each other way more than I saw either of them. But I trusted them. Or at least, I thought I did.

The relationship with him was toxic behind closed doors. He constantly made jokes comparing me to other girls, insulted me “as a joke,” dismissed my feelings, and ignored the fact that I was uncomfortable with how close he was to certain female friends. It all exploded when he jokingly called me fat—and that was my last straw. I broke up with him.

I was devastated, and instead of supporting me, my cousin told me I was being dramatic and way too sensitive. That cut deep. I stopped talking to her for over a year. My whole family tried to convince me to make up with her. I told them I’d only consider it if she messaged me first.

Eventually, she did. She apologized, I forgave her, and we slowly started talking again. Things weren’t the same, but I appreciated the effort.

Fast forward 6 months: I met my current boyfriend (who’s amazing, kind, and always on my side), and we’ve been together for a year now. I finally felt like I had a healthy, safe relationship.

Then out of the blue, my cousin sends me a picture of her and my ex together, smiling, with the caption: “We both miss you!” I blocked her immediately. That felt like the ultimate betrayal—not just to me, but to my boyfriend too.

Again, my relatives said I was being dramatic. I ignored them this time.

Then came the worst part: On April 1st, my cousin called me. I didn’t answer. A few minutes later, my ex called me twice. He left a voicemail… but he forgot to hang up. I heard both of them laughing at me, mocking me, like it was all just a joke.

That voicemail broke me.

She reached out again after that, saying she was sorry—but it felt fake. It always feels fake. And my relatives still tell me I’m overreacting. They say I’m “too sensitive” and should just move on.

But honestly, I feel like she made her choice—twice. So Reddit, AITA for ghosting her for good?