So one of the things about me and House is that there are times when we don't speak for weeks, maybe even months on end (and usually when that happens it's on her, not me). But when we do speak, we have the connections like nothing ever happened and that everything is all good. I love House. House loves me. We love each other and we are twisted sisters. One of my favorite shows on TV is Grey's Anatomy. One of the reasons it speaks to me because I see a lot of me in two of the main characters, Meredith and Bailey. I mostly see Bailey in me because she's short, bossy, brilliant and can quote Star Wars. The times when I see the Meredith in me are in her interactions with Cristina. Recently on the show, Cristina was having a hard time sleeping since her husband was at work (please don't get me started on the whole Owen/Cristina thing) so she went to Meredith's house and climbed in the bed with her. This type of behavior wasn't uncommon between the two of them. After all, they are twisted sisters. This reminded me of the time House and I lived together. It wasn't uncommon for us to go a little while without speaking, even though we lived in the same house. She had her moments and I had mine where we just didn't want to be bothered. It took a long time for me to not take it personally but eventually I got there.
One night, the summer after I graduated from undergrad, House and I had somethings going on, independently. I remember laying in my bed and hearing a knock at the door. It was House and she was having a moment. My first instinct with a lot of situations is to understand them and to try to comfort and/or nurture the person involved. But House was at a point where there weren't enough words to comfort her. She just wanted to come in get in my bed (luckily I was in bed alone that night) and just lay down. Flashing back to that moment, remembering that moment, makes my eyes water just a little bit because it was one of the most powerful, if not the most powerful moment in our relationship. She didn't want to talk about anything, she didn't talk about anything, she just laid at the foot of my bed and went to sleep. And in the morning, she got up and carried on like nothing ever happened. Every now and then, we flash back to that moment and really realize that we are in fact twisted sisters.
We talked earlier this week about Grey's when we realized that if we ever got married and lived in the same town, that our husbands would have to understand (like Derek and Owen are trying to understand) is that we're twisted sisters and some times, there will be some situations where we'll have to sleep in the same bed.
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