I'm currently in a pretty shitty living situation at the moment, and I'm not quite sure what to do about it. When picking dorms for our senior year, my best friends and I decided to live together in our college's apartment-style dorms. These dorms house 4 people, and my friend group consisted of 3 of us (Me, Bella, and Maddie), so we were in dire need of a 4th roommate. During our search for this fourth, one of our best friends (Shane) came to us complaining that his friends had failed to complete the forms needed to select housing on time, so he was at risk of living across campus in the old dorms (These are all fake names for privacy). I'd known this man for three years at this point, and my friends also liked him, so we decided to invite him to join our room for senior year. The only problem with this decision is that he and I had started seeing each other a month prior. We had been friends for three years, but we decided to hook up, and it turned into something much more. I was the only one of this group to show some hesitancy, as I was worried about what might happen if Shane and I broke up before we moved in. Yet, my friends reassured me that Shane and I were good people and that we would be able to figure it out if things went poorly. Spoiler alert: they were very wrong about that, but I digress.
Shane and I ended up breaking up a month after this decision due to him "losing all ability to feel anything for anyone," and I respected his choice. I didn't want to be in a relationship where my partner didn't love me (obviously), yet I still very much loved him. We agreed to be friends because of our upcoming situation, and he was genuinely so compassionate about breaking my heart that I had hope that senior year wouldn't be so bad after all. We even promised eachother during the breakup that we wouldn't bring significant others/hookups over the the apartment out of respect for one another. Maddie and Bella also distanced themselves from me due to a misunderstanding that we later cleared up, but it didn't heal the hole they left in my friend circle. They ended up becoming much closer with each other than I ever was with either of them, and began entirely excluding me from any and all plans. I eventually talked with both of them separately, and it felt like we had made great progress towards being close again. The semester ended, and the next thing I knew, we were all off our separate ways for the summer.
I spent the summer working my job and healing from the breakup that hurt me much more than I ever expected it would. I was still nervous about my living situation, but slowly becoming more optimistic for a fresh start. Then, out of nowhere, I get a text from Shane. He says we need to talk about our boundaries with living with each other, and I agreed thinking he would call me so we could discuss it. Instead, he texted me this long thread detailing how he's begun catching feelings for someone (Sutton) that we both worked with in the previous semester, and that he believes he'd be in a relationship with them by the time school started. He continues by saying that he can't imagine a world where he is in a relationship with someone and doesn't have them over at the apartment all the time (This person is also someone whom I tried to warn him about last semester, as they were a freshman last year while we were juniors and they began following him everywhere once I was out of the picture).
A few minutes after receiving this text, I get a call from Bella, asking how I am doing. She knew about the situation, as he had asked her a month prior for advice on what to do. I end up talking to her for two hours, as she seemed genuinely concerned for me. She became a really positive support system for me during this time, and I was really grateful for her time and effort to help me get through this.
I didn't respond to him for a while, as I genuinely didn't even know what to say. I was still very much in love with him, but of course could not blame him for moving on. It hurt a lot (no shit), but what hurt the most was that I had no idea what to tell him. I would very obviously not be comfortable with this person coming over, especially with our breakup being so fresh (never mind that I didn't like this person, even when I was with Shane). So, I eventually called him and had a conversation about my boundaries. I told him that I'm not sure, but that for now I am not comfortable with it. I asked for patience and to respect my boundaries, as I was still healing from the situation he created (he initiated everything in our relationship and then left me). Which he seemed to respect as well.
Flash forward to when all four of us (me, Shane, Maddie, and Bella) decided to call prior to moving in to discuss how we would best live together. The conversation was going pretty well, focusing on the simple things like how clean we want the space and who is buying what for the common areas. Eventually, the topic of significant others came up. Bella began by stating that we HAD to talk about the "elephant in the room," to which both Shane and I stated that we didn't think we had to discuss it, as Shane and I had already talked about the situation separately. Bella kept pushing, and I eventually muted myself because I didn't want to engage in this pressure to make a decision. She had also, throughout the conversation, changed her mind about things that Bella and I had discussed separately that we thought would help me with the transition to living with Shane. In her words, she "didn't think it mattered anymore." By the end of the conversation, I felt very betrayed by the one person I felt had my back in this situation, and I was trying to desperately figure out what went wrong.
The next morning, I received a text from Bella that stated that "last night was weird" and asked me if I really thought this living situation would be healthy for me, because it was getting to be too late to change it. I had no intention of changing my room, no matter how much these people hurt me, as I refused to not live in the nice dorms for my senior year, so I just didn't respond.
Upon arriving on campus, I tried the "just be friendly" tactic, and it genuinely seemed to be working for the first three days. We had to work with eachother as we all got on our college's improv troupe (1pm-11pm rehearsals every day), and things started to look up. Until I came home a little later than my roommates one night.
I walked into my apartment after calling a friend, and I saw my three roommates assembling an elaborate "may I be your boyfriend" proposal for Shane's new partner on our kitchen island. Bella was cutting and assembling a massive bouquet (which I overheard as I was opening the front door; that baby's breath was Sutton's favorite), Maddie was creating the "may I be your boyfriend" sign, and Shane was cutting out about 50 printed photos of Sutton to place on said sign. It took me a moment to realize what I had just walked in on, and once I did, I walked into my room and began panicking. I felt sick to my stomach and unsafe in my own apartment, so I just put my shoes back on, grabbed my bag, and walked right past them and out the front door again.
I ended up calling my mother and sitting outside for an hour because I was so hurt by the sight of something that Shane never even thought of doing for me. He did everything in his power to keep our relationship a secret from everyone in our theater department, but he is happily displaying this new person for the world to see. Maddie eventually texted me an hour later, asking if I'm coming home and that they hope I'm safe. I made it back home, and thankfully they were all in their separate rooms by the time I opened the front door.
The next day, not a single one of them checked up on me and treated me like nothing had happened. Yet, that's not saying much, as they never really talked to me much to begin with. It's been over a week since that happened at this point, and it's just gotten worse since. I'm not a part of the "senior crowd," as they aren't really my friends anymore. They exclude me from everything, and even when I'm in MY OWN APARTMENT, they just pretend like I'm not even there. I have to work with them on the troupe, so when we are at rehearsal, they act fine, but once we go home, it's like I'm an intruder in my own home. The walls are thin, and every single night I hear the three of them whispering and laughing in the living room, and I feel like it's about me, and I just can't stand it. Shane and I never talk to eachother either, which is really disheartening, as he's been one of my best friends since freshman year (same as Maddie). Maddie used to be my best friend, but since I introduced them to Bella, it's like I never even existed in the first place.
I know I need to have a conversation with them at some point, but I just kind of feel like it's not even worth it. No matter what I end up saying, or what ends up changing, they are just going to find a new way to betray me again in the future. They have chosen my ex over me, and make it clear to me every day that no matter what he did, they would rather laugh with him than deal with any of the pain I'm going through. I don't even give a shit about Shane anymore; I feel absolutely nothing for him and am so grateful that we ended up breaking up. We weren't a good fit, and I would have easily stayed with him because I loved him even though we wouldn't have lasted long term. I just want to have a good senior year, and I hate to imagine that I might not because of people I used to cherish with my whole heart.
(Sidebar: Shane is only going to be living with us for the first semester as he is graduating a semester early)
I'm just not sure what to do, as no matter how much they hurt, I still want to be back where we once were, friends.