My third twin didn’t really support my psychic pursuits. At that time, I was doing energy work and medium readings. He didn’t know his stance on it. He wanted to hide that part of me. I was so happy that I finally had someone that wanted to actually be in “something” that I compromised on that. I tried to keep it separate in a sense. We didn’t talk about it and when we did there was a sense of disbelief about it.
He was stressed. I look back and so many red flags were there. He only kept in touch with his family. All of his other relationships, he had severed ties. That was the nature of the work. A small circle of people was easier for him to deal with. I knew he loved me but I don’t to this day know if I loved him. I loved the idea of him. He was Indian Jones and Jack Ryan all rolled up into one. I knew he would jump in front of a bullet for me. After two days together, I knew that. He knew that too.
We had a month together before he had to go on a work trip. It was for three weeks and I would have no contact with him. I dreaded the day he would leave. I had a bad feeling about the trip.
