We shared everything — and then I married her brother
During all those years, Sarah and I shared a close friendship. We grew together in many ways. Sarah was the first one there for me when each of my grandmothers passed away, and I was by her side through a broken engagement. She got married one year later, and obviously our relationship shifted when she got married; I was single, and we naturally had proper boundaries in place without ever discussing it.
I continued in shidduchim, and no one was more shocked than I when, at age 23, Sarah redt me to her 22-year-old brother. I was soon engaged to him, and three months later married and living a ten-minute-walk away from Sarah and her husband in Lakewood.
And that’s when our entire relationship kind of derailed.
Suddenly Sarah wasn’t just my best friend — she was my husband’s sister. Not only that, but as an only daughter with several brothers, Sarah is exceptionally close with her mother. They share everything. Like, everything. Her mother knew what she made every night for supper. I imagine that since they lived so far from each other for so long, this was their way of staying connected.
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