My “friend” named her baby after my dead daughter…
In 2024, I lost my baby girl halfway through pregnancy. It was the most painful thing I’ve ever gone through. I named her a combination of my husband’s name and mine — something deeply personal.
Months later, my husband’s cousin’s girlfriend — who had a miscarriage early on — asked to talk about grief. Even though I wasn’t ready, I comforted her. We bonded, made memorials together… I honestly thought she understood my pain.
Fast forward to this year, she had a baby girl. I supported her through it, brought her food, even helped plan a small surprise brunch. When I asked what she named her baby, she lied and said a different name. Weeks later, I found out she actually named her baby my daughter’s name.
When I confronted her, she said she “forgot.”
How do you forget the name tattooed on my arm and in my bio? I’m beyond angry and heartbroken.
Would you ever forgive someone for doing that?
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