[TALE] THE MAN IN MY MIRROW (part 2 )

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THE MAN IN MY MIRROW

PART 2

CONTINUATION OF MAN IN MY MIRROR 1


blue long sleeve and dark washed denim jeans, along with tan leather boots. Standing to the right of me, he was always the same distance away. If I stood really close to a wall and held a mirror up in front of me, he wouldn’t be visible unless I walked a few paces ahead, where he’d manifest about 10 feet behind me.


After the first year, I grew accustomed to his presence. He didn’t judge what I wore or how messy I looked. I’d often half heartedly converse with him while applying my makeup. I’d tell him about everything going on in my life, and it became almost therapeutic. He was my unpaid therapist who offered no advice in exchange for no judgement. It was simply how I lived my life.

Things changed though, around the time I started dating Danny, my manager. He’s everything I wanted in a man. He’s patient and considerate, offering sympathy and kindness when someone’s struggling. He checks up on people even when he hasn’t talked to them in awhile. He’s always willing to go out of his way for anyone, and there wasn’t anything I didn’t love about him. He was everything I could want in a man, but it seemed as though my mirror friend disagreed.

I didn’t notice it at first, since i stopped glancing in the corner of my mirror, but the neutral man had begun frowning. Instead of the tightly drawn line you’d call lips, the corners of his mouth now hung in disappointment. Or was it disapproval? I wasn’t sure at first, because I didn’t immediately connect it to my new relationship. I thought maybe he didn’t like the bright red top I had chosen for
the day, so I changed into a cat print t-shirt I had worn on many occasions, but his frown remained. I once again resorted to talking to him, asking what the sudden change was in regards to. When I quite clearly wasn’t getting an answer from him, I moved on and pretended it was just the way it was.


It wasn’t until I saw both Danny and myself reflected in a mirror 2 months later, that I realized why he was frowning. At work, we have a long full-length mirror mounted to the door leading out of the employee break room. Standing side by side in it, Danny and I stood next to the now grimacing man, his cheeks scrunched up next to his nose and his eyebrows slanted down in disgust. Danny didn’t notice it, of course, but I did. I realized who the grimace was aimed towards, and immediately tried tried to place a reason to it. Maybe he was jealous that I had another man in my life. Perhaps he didn’t like his clothes or hair. But something inside me knew the man in the mirror had a better understanding of what was going on. This man, who had taken residence beside me for 7 years, hadn’t changed his expression for something so superficial.....

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