I thought that maybe you would be happy for me.
I thought that we would be able to talk about it and share stories and experiences.
I thought maybe we could go on double dates together and through that get to know each other better.
I thought maybe you would be on my side if mom and dad were being unreasonable.
I thought that you could help me with this.
I thought I might be able to start telling you cute stories and hear yours too.
I thought you liked him and would approve.
I thought you could give me cute brotherly advice instead of just being angry.
I thought you would know I have enough respect for myself to not put myself in a situation where I would get hurt.
I thought you could respect my decisions and support me through them.
I guess I thought wrong.
