After much soul searching, I think I have figured out why this bothers me so much. My brother is a delicate boy in a hardened shell. He has very soft innerds, and I worry how he will come out of this unscathed, as this is the first person he has really lowered his guard enough to love. I feel very protective of him, and have only ever wanted the best for him. I took care of him for much of our lives, and I guess I feel a little "mother hen-ish" toward him. She is my best firiend, but I guess I am a little bit angry about this (although, I truly have no right to be). I feel inadvertently stuck in the middle of all of this. Furthrmore, my irrational emotional part wants to say what the frock?? HOw could you lull me into thinking this was going somewhere and how could you dupe us all into thinking this was for real (again, this is faulty thinking, but since when are emotions based on logic?) I called the little brother this evening and told him most of this. I wanted to let him know that I was here without any judgement on the matter, that I will not meddle in his affairs, but he can call to talk, come over, mooch dinner, eat my food, borrow my furniture or sleep on my couch whenever he wants. My heart is completely breaking for him. I hope that I am done crying soon, because my head really hurts. At least it's allergy season and I have an excuse for the way I look. Thanks again for your thoughts on the matter.