When the moon fell in love with the sun All was golden in the sky

So, yeah, subject line says it all. for those of you who are familiar with the story, I seem to have hit a snag- my Aeneas is also my sister Anna, what a dreadful predicament. And alas, i have no stupid little Eros/ cupid to help me, or a pitying love goddess. Somedays i just like the part where Dido curses Aeneas to high heaven all too much. In the Latin, she says "Sic, Sic!"(thus, thus!... i go to my death.. ect.), and with each "sic", she stabs herself.. It is so unbelieveably moving, and beautiful. I had to contain myself from crying in class when we translated it... But, alas, for this poor dido (miserrima est!), there is no recourse... And I cannot just bury the feeling, or kill the emotion. I try, but, unwittingly, I seem to have an outside force nursing the vulnus sub pectore (the wound in my heart, for you non-Latin savvy people)... Whatever is a girl to do when faced with such a situation? Such predicaments are not something i deal well with, most regretably.

And, thus, thus, the drama continues.