I’m Thirty-Two and Live With My Hot, Successful Twin Sister
Everyone comes into themselves in their own time
Notes: I’ve received permission to write about this subject. For a dramatic reading of the piece, click play below.
I’ve asked myself this question how many times, but do you ever wonder what your younger, more ambitious self would think of you right now? If you’d have told little me that at thirty-two, I would be staying with my twin instead of being the actor/writer/whatever I wanted to be (or at least independent), I might’ve been embarrassed enough to say my first curse word.
But it’s just the way life needed to turn out. (Isn’t that the case, like, 99.9 percent of the time?)
My day started as it has each day since divorce left me with no more than a few suitcases and my little dog. I woke up in a bed, room, and house (mansion, really — there’s a movie theater upstairs) that isn’t mine like I thought it’d be. Instead, it belongs to my generous twin sister and brother-in-law. They saved me. Like so many people, years of…
