I posted my first story yesterday. I thought it would be my only one, but I had a lot of fun writing it, so I figured I’d get another one out. Sorry, this is the one where you find out I can be a shitty person. I’m not proud of this one but it makes for a decent story.
A handful of years ago I was at a weird place in my life. I had managed to peal myself out of a short bout of depression by majorly changing my daily habits and lifestyle. Gym, nofap, forcing myself out of my comfort zone, etc. Over a period of 6 months they had a profound impact on my life. I landed a new, much more fulfilling job, and I was connecting with people as I never had before. Everything was going well for me and I had endless energy. Working a 60+ hr week was easy and I still had energy to party on the weekends. I was in my mid-twenties.
I enjoyed this time but looking back I see how the success went to my head a bit. I was neglecting my relationship in favor of the new career and the lifestyle that came with it. We had a work hard, party hard culture at the office.