I recently discovered that a colleague of mine had shacked up with someone new. When I saw her last, she was engaged to someone she'd been dating for five years (but wasn't living with because they lived slightly far apart and she was in school). The someone new turns out to be... a preceptor from her rotations as a student. They've been dating for a few months and she's looking at selling her condo to move in with him and he's going to refinance his mortgage to help out with her debt. Apparently none of this started until after her rotations ended, but still. She's an adult and can make her own decisions and I sincerely doubt she's being taken advantage of, but it just doesn't pass the Globe and Mail test. One of my guilty pleasures is reading advice columns. I came across this gem today: My fraternal twin and I (both men) are in our late 30s. We were always extremely close and shared a bedroom growing up. When we were 12 we gradually started experimenting sexually with each other. After a couple of years, we realized we had fallen in love. Of course we felt guilty and ashamed, and we didn't dare tell anyone what we were doing. We hoped it was "just a phase" that we’d grow out of, but we wound up sleeping together until we left for college. We knew this could ruin our lives, so we made a pact to end it. We attended schools far apart and limited our contact to family holidays. But we never fell out of love with each other, so after graduation we moved in together and have been living very discreetly as a monogamous couple ever since. I'm not writing to you to pass moral judgment on our relationship—we're at peace and very happy. Our dilemma is how to deal with our increasingly nosy family and friends. They know we’re gay, and we live in a state where same-sex marriage is legal, so we’re getting pressure to settle down. I feel we should continue being discreet for the rest of our lives and blow off their questions. It's nobody's business, and I fear they would find our relationship shocking and disgusting. My brother, though, is exhausted with this charade. He thinks that if we get the family together with a therapist to talk through the issues, they'll eventually accept it. I think he's out of his mind, but I also want to make him happy. Is this one of those times when honesty is not the best policy? 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? Could we go to prison? I have no idea what the hell to say about this. Focus 1: Ever engage in or see a relationship that would raise a skeptical eyebrow? Age difference, banging your TA, banging your optometrist, banging your TA sister, whatever. Focus 2: What should Sigmund and Sieglinde do in this situation?