sven and i have a kind of marriage
we’ve been best friends for five years now, inseparable for about three of those, and then living in different places for two
and we’re like a loveless marriage where we’ve had two kids, one on accident and the other to prove the first wasn’t an accident
and we don’t love one another anymore, but we stay together for our children and because we just can’t live without each other in any capacity
so we kind of like and tolerate each other
but hate what the other has become
and can’t do anything without the other’s permission because we are inextricably bound to one another for some shitty reason
and by that i mean we’re like my parents
there was a period of time where i was pretty certain that i was the children
specifically the one you had after the bastard child
now i’m pretty sure i’m like, the best friend of that kid, the one that kind of abruptly comes to your house all the time because my parents don’t make dinner for me because they work so much and you guys have no choice but to accept it because i’m a small child that is hungry
~friendship~
