My brother Daniel and I both met Whitney at the same time; she was our kid sister Tina’s college roommate, and had come to stay with us for a weekend.

Tina told all of us how great Whitney was, and Daniel and I were both instantly smitten with Whitney (it probably helped that we were both equally smitten with our little sister Tina too, and thus, if she liked you, chance were good that we’d like you too).  The girls weekend that Whitney and Tina planned quickly morphed into a “Wilson Family Weekend” because we all so enjoyed the two of them (mom and dad quickly jumped aboard the Whitney fan wagon), and honestly, wouldn’t let them leave us to enjoy any of their planned girl activities.

My heart was broken; we'd been together for so long; it was inconceivable that this could happen. She was my best friend, and she'd left me for someone else.