It’s interesting to have a friend who feels so much like family. While I consider her my sister, sometimes it seems more fitting to refer to her as my wife. We’re like roommates for life (but not really. I hope one day both of us can be married to other people…). All of the bills are split down the middle. We’re “raising” our children (the dogs) together. When I’m running late in the morning, she’ll make my coffee and put it in a mug. If I know she’s drank a little more than normal, I’ll try to make sure we have Powerade in the morning. Leftovers are automatically separated into tupperware for our lunches the next day. She does most of the cooking and cleaning. I get to carry the heavy items upstairs. (To be fair, she’ll do this also. It’s just easier for me to do it most of the time.) When I’m going out or doing something, I’ll often say “we”, just assuming she’s coming along. My friends are her friends and it only seems natural that they should be. When we fight, we often try to end it and pout for a few hours or days then just get over it. In short, we’re a married couple who’s not intimate. (As much as I love her, that would just be gross and wrong. Ewwww.)
May 7, 2009
Categories: Friendly Drama, Whole Truth, The . Tags: best friend, dorms, freshman, good situation, like a sister, opposister, platonic wife, roommate . Author: tjovand . Comments: Leave a Comment