okay, everyone. I'm just going to spit this out and hopefully I'll get some insight into this. I grew up with this guy (our families are close friends) who I was always close with. As we got older, we started to like each other and went back and forth wondering if we should date, not wanting to cause any problems with our families. Finally, two years into college, we got brave and decided to go for it anyway. everything was great until that summer, when he was killed in an accident.
There aren't words big enough or long enough to describe what i went through. Suffice it to say that I dont remember much about that time, except for a LOT of crying. Talking to friends didn't help much. I just didn't get that they understood what i was going through. How could they understand? So I started talking to his brother. That helped, until it got intimate and we spent the night together. We've still been seeing each other a lot, and I really like him, but I feel like I'm betraying my first love, lying by hiding this from my family, and that this is going to blow up in my face at any moment.
What do i do?