The Other Half Of Me .....
Originally posted June 2012. Edited May 2013 for style and to remove a geographic reference. Edited November 2013 to remove names of actual people in my life
Most people don't understand what it means to be a twin beyond the level of "in the womb at the same time". My brother and I are so alike it is freaky sometimes and yet we are polar opposites. And, no, that was not a contradiction.
We don't complete each other's sentences, we complete each other's existence. There are aspects of the human personality or psyche that I did not need to develop because he was there and vice versa. You cannot truly know either one of us unless you know the other.
He has this uncanny ability to read people. Within seconds of meeting you, he has formed an opinion of you and your intentions in this world and I have never known his first impressions to be wrong. I, on the other hand, tend to trust everyone I meet and I have been burned several times as a result. Here’s the strange part: if we meet you together then I know his opinion of you without speaking to him, without looking at him, without even exchanging a glance. Fair warning to my next boyfriend, before we go out on our first date, you will meet my brother and he better like you.
He also seems to always know my mood or condition whether we are together or not (curiously, I don’t seem to have any analogous ability in his direction). I was hurt bad once in taekwondo and I was there with just my dad. My brother was home with mom and pestered and pestered her until she agreed to call my dad. I was fine, but he wouldn’t calm down until we spoke on the phone. I’m pretty good at hiding my moods and pain level from just about anybody; then along will come my twin not asking if I am okay, but asking what it is that is bothering me.
He’s also the one person in the world that I know has my back no matter what. There was an incident a couple years ago when one of my now ex-bf’s was making claims about his supposed conquest of me. My best friend came up to me and asked if it was true; she doubted it was, but was not sure. I saw my brother a little later and he just walked up to me calmly and said, "Hey, you know jerkface is going around lying about you, right? You need me to help at all?" I broke down crying and gave him the biggest hug that day right in the middle of the cafeteria and it must have lasted a full minute.
I could tell you we are close, but that can describe the normal closeness that many families, ours included, share. What we are is two sides of the same coin, two halves of the same whole, and I cannot imagine life any other way.