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Being single sucked ass for the first few years. I went to work, came home to my apartment and did nothing month after month. Depression is a massive cunt, but not the kind you want to bury your face in. Coming to terms with being half of a failed coupling is damaging to your ego, and it bleeds into the rest of your life whether you want it to or not.
My ex-wife wasn't a bad person; we got along for the most part even after the divorce. We started dating at 16, somehow persevered through University and the first few working years of our lives. Relationships are hard. Even harder when they somehow hold themselves together through the most volatile times of personal and professional growth.
Georgia was an idealist, I was a cynic; opposites attract sometimes but magnets aren't a hard fast rule for the complicated nuances of the human condition. It has been over two years since the divorce was finalized and almost four since our initial separation.
My 27th birthday was today. I told you I'm a cynic so don't judge me too harshly for feeling abandoned, but most of my friends were lost to Georgia in the divorce. I don't blame them though. She was a lovely woman; full of passion, zest and I could be bitter and difficult. I often felt bogged down by my corporate obligations to metrics and arbitrary timelines set by supervisors and management that had no concept of how long things actually took to accomplish. When my twin sister Alicia was the only one to actually call me on my birthday it hurt, but it also renewed my appreciation for her and our lifelong connection and her support during my divorce.
Now, I know your first thought is, 'Yeah Aiden, obviously she remembered your birthday, you're twins with the same birthday!'.
Well, you're some kind of know-it-all, aren't you? Alicia was born at 00:01 AM on August 13th, and I was born at 23:54PM on August 12th. Different days, regardless of how pedantic it seems.
Alicia was the humanist between us; her intuition was generally spot on and this call was no different.
"Look, it's none of my business if you don't want it to be, but you sound off." She told me after the pleasantries of my date of birth were finished, and the brief small talk concluded.
I didn't want to bring her down, she wasn't responsible for my emotions but it was nice to have a chance to vent. "You're just the first person to call me. I really appreciate it, you know I do, but-"
"You're upset no one else bothered, even if they remembered."
I didn't have to reply. We were twins after all and still got each other.
A sigh preceded her pep talk. "I love you, they probably still do too. But, do you really want to spend your late twenties resenting people who moved on without you and might be afraid of connecting just because of Georgia?"
What a bitch. Leave it to her to give me perspective and be right all the time. "No, of course not."
"Good. Now, put yourself together, head out to a bar, get trashed and see if you can hookup with someone who takes sympathy on men who are almost thirty and divorced." Alicia had a way of building you up with piles of dung. They worked as a foundation when they dried, but until then...
I couldn't help but laugh, she knew exactly how to make me do it too. "I can't wait to use the exact same line on you tomorrow. You know... minus the divorced thing."
A chuckle came through the speaker on my phone as I lay back on my divorce-affordable couch. "I have plans with Max. So, you can leave me a voicemail with your witty comebacks when you've had the night to think about them."
Something about losing to Alicia, never had a sting to it. "Thanks for calling, eh?" I couldn't help but add a tone that was dripping with sarcasm.
"Love you!" She said cheerily, disconnecting the call.
I opened Tinder and almost started to try to reclaim my life, but decided tonight wasn't the night. I needed to regroup and recover my strength and confidence! I cracked my two-six of booze and mixed a cocktail of vodka, ice and vodka. Recovery could wait until tomorrow.
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Being twenty minutes late to work didn't bother me. We can't always have a perfect day where getting ready and commuting goes smoothly. To be fair, I had numerous distractions that morning on the way to the office. I was hungover, so naturally I had to have a wank when I woke up to make my headache worse, from an orgasm that forced far too much blood into my already overloaded veins. I also had to walk twenty feet to the washroom to rock the three 'esses', before I had to go through my living room where the TV was and watch a few episodes of Brooklyn 99 before finally getting to my office ten feet from the couch.
I threw some shade at my supervisors earlier which wasn't completely fair; my direct supervisor was a pretty spectacular person. She did message me when I signed in asking why I was late after my birthday, inferring that I likely had crazy plans that would justify my tardiness.
I sent her back a reply that made it clear that I simply wasn't feeling like living that morning, and I'd make up for it that afternoon for her. Completely in character for Ellie, she replied stating that she appreciated my candor but knew I didn't work hard enough to make up any time that I lost on any given day.
I liked Ellie. She knew I worked weekends and more on a 'when I feel productive' timeline. I always delivered.
Having just sat down, I got to work. Grabbing my phone, I called Alicia. She did promise me her voicemail, so I didn't take it too personally when her message came on.
'You've reached Alicia, leave me a message and I may or may not call you back.'
I did my best to be as sharp as she had been. "Alicia, happy 27th birthday. One day, when you're as old and wise as I am, you'll learn how to answer a phone call. You touch the green phone symbol and slide it to the right to answer. Why am I bothering... you won't even know how to retrieve your messages now that you're pushing 30." I hung up, disappointed in myself that I hadn't been nearly as savage as she had been.
My obligations as a sibling were concluded so it was time to get to work. I went to the kitchen and put some bread into the toaster and brewed a pot of coffee to see me through my hangover. After eating and getting my second cup, I sat at my desk and opened up my browser to get cracking. Slipping my shorts to my ankles, I found a hot video and started to pull myself off for the second time that morning.
The incoming call from Ellie was a bit of a downer, but I was on the clock, and unfortunately not the cock clock. Dressed in only a decent golf shirt, I answered the incoming call after making sure the angle didn't betray the absence of pants.
"Happy belated birthday. Sorry I didn't call you yesterday, but I don't work on Sundays." Ellie explained.
I smirked. "Yeah, we aren't real people outside of weekdays. I get it. What can I do for you?" I slowly stroked myself keeping a close eye on my shoulder and shirt in my mirrored camera feed to make sure Ellie would never know.
"It's the same question I've asked you every Monday. I wish you'd just email me first thing..."
I pretended to be completely out of the loop. "It's only my second cup." I raised my mug with my right hand, keeping my left busy.
"Oh great. Thanks so much, have a great day." She rolled her eyes playfully, smiled and then put on her business face. "Where are we at?"
I'd worked on Saturday and part of Sunday morning to try to get this done for her. Despite the ball busting, I did want Ellie to succeed. "I made some great progress over the weekend, I should have the first draft for you by end of day."
