When we were 12 we gradually started experimenting sexually with each other.
After a couple of years, we realized we had fallen in love.
Your job is to do good work for the clients, so I agree complaining to the boss will be awkward and won’t resolve the situation.
When these jerks make their remarks, just ignore their implications.
I’m infuriated on your behalf, but please don’t let your response be to try to turn yourself into a hottie.
If so, how do we get everyone to stop worrying we will die alone?
I'm also concerned about the legal implications of this—would the therapist be required to report us to the authorities? Dear Greek, I admit this is my first letter about homosexual, incestuous twins, but I’m going to take you at your word that you two are happy and that I should suppress the images that came to mind of two sets of brothers who lived together and came to unseemly ends: the pack-rat Collyer brothers and the twin gynecologist Marcus brothers. I spoke to Dan Markel, a professor at Florida State University College of Law.
Blowing people off for the next couple of decades is only going to fan the flames of curiosity.
But I also agree with you that having a family gathering in which you announce you two have found life partners—each other—will give everyone the vapors.