“You’re better than that,” says my roommate, as he dries the dish he’s washing and looks at me sternly, the words of his “come-to-Jesus” speech still lingering, as we stand in the kitchen. Goddamnit. He’s right. He’s always right. I hate it when he’s right.
“You can do whatever you want,” he repeats. “You’re a grown woman, and you can make your own decisions.” His voice softens, and he looks me in the eyes with something like love.
“Just know that I will judge the SHIT out of you for it. Always.”
I haven’t hugged him that hard in awhile.
Love it. Because that is exactly the same conversation my roomie and I have all. the. damn. time.
Honest, supportive and funny. That’s how you know someone is a friend for life.
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Reminds me of my roommates. They are very supportive of me, but they know when I need to hear the brutal truth. They help me out so much, mostly when I least expect it.