We usually expect family to support us when we feel at our lowest, but for Brenna, everything changed when she found out her sister had named her newborn son after Brenna’s ex-husband.

And that was just the beginning. Overwhelmed by pain and feeling betrayed, Brenna reached out to us, looking for advice on how to handle the intense emotions her family’s actions had caused.

Below is Brenna’s letter:

Brenna’s letter:

Brenna’s Letter:

Dear [Advice Column],

I never thought I’d find myself writing to a stranger for guidance, but right now, I feel so lost that I don’t know where else to turn. My family has always been my anchor, my safe haven through thick and thin. But recently, that sense of stability has been shattered, leaving me hurt and confused.

Two years ago, I went through a painful divorce. My ex-husband and I had been married for seven years, and although things ended badly, I thought I had begun to heal. My family was there for me through the hardest moments, and their support was a huge part of my recovery.

But last week, my sister gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. When she announced his name to the family, I felt like the floor dropped out from under me. She named him after my ex-husband—his first name, which isn’t particularly common, so it was clear this wasn’t just a coincidence. I was stunned. It felt like she had taken something deeply painful from my past and brought it right back into my life, as though reopening a wound I had worked so hard to close.

When I asked her why she chose the name, she said she had “always liked it” and that it sounded “strong and classic.” She added that it wasn’t intended to hurt me, that it was simply a name she and her husband agreed on. But how could she not realize what it would mean to me? She knows what I went through and was even there during some of my worst days. It’s hard for me to believe she didn’t consider the effect this might have on me.

What’s worse, when I expressed how hurt I was, my family brushed it off. They said I was overreacting and needed to “move on” and let go of my past. I feel as though my pain is being dismissed and minimized by the very people I thought would understand. I tried to explain that hearing that name, especially within my own family, makes me feel as though the difficult memories are being forced back into my life.

I know that naming a child is a deeply personal decision, and maybe I’m wrong to feel so upset. But I can’t shake this feeling of betrayal. I feel like an outsider in my own family, like they’ve chosen my pain as something that can just be ignored for the sake of convenience.