I know that some text was hard to read on the newest video so Iâve decided to also upload the writing here in hopes it helps:
Me and Poland go way back, heâs just been around since I can recall. Well yes he isnât a childhood friend, those were mostly humans or my brother but he came around eventually. I saw him awkwardly standing around the ballroom party with some edgy hot stuff. He wasnât much of a talker, still isnât, but he surprisingly trusted me enough to talk to me. My dad was also content with him as Iâd be just making my social circle even bigger than it is and this time with more countryhumans. We hit it off quickly, behind those walls was surprisingly not a big prick but a sassy guy with issues.
He let me into his life quickly, he told me about his life in the orphanage and the sparse memories of when his parents were there. It was the start of a long lasting friendship. I quickly grew into loving parties with alcohol, dancing and sex. Poland got dragged along but he could never keep up with me. I guess that was the time I tried this whole romance thing out but it was hard. I got together with a guy for some time, my first ever boyfriend, but ended it after a couple of months. The beginning was fun, he was also someone who loved to go out to a bar and drink but after some time I fet caged in, being monogamous did erase some things I did a lot. I knew it couldnât fit with what I wanted to do, I was young I shouldnât settle yet. So I didnât. Over the years Iâve tried it all, men, women and the one time I joined a poly relationship. I guess itâs a countryhumans thing not to care about gender I mean a human is a human who cares what genitals they have.
But alas nothing ever fit and through all the troubles Poland was just there. He always listened when I came to him with my issues or just needed somebody near me. In return I was also there for him, always.
But well when I met him he was lovestruck by that same edgy guy from the ballroom, from what I know he was the reason Poland even got to attend..
His ârelationshipâ with that red devil ruined him. I guess when youâre that desperate someone with a silver tongue will get you hooked. Poland started to drift away from me and our friendship. Every conversation turned to how great some guy was. I was happy that he found someone he liked but I couldnât help but worry I mean the guy was waaay older than him!! So we started to drift apart⌠or rather get pulled apart. Polandâs story is not mine to tell but it was all a lie.. every sweet word, subtle touch it was all just a plan. He started to isolate him from me.
After some months of their relationship Poland came to me with an issue, an issue with their time in the bedroom or better said lack of. We talked about it, I mean he was asking so I talked. Talking turned into drinking and drinking turned into me turning into the guy and uhâŚ. when we woke up our clothes were very much on the floor. The morning after I woke up just to find him struggling with putting his clothes on and pretty much running out of my apartment. No more than just a âI need to leaveâ and the slam of a door. Everything became so quiet afterwards like I knew a storm was coming.
And a storm came. After desperate amounts of trying to reach him we met up early evening in the city. When I saw him he had this distant look in his eyes just like he had back then, his walls were back up. And so we yelled, it was the first ever real argument we had, I made him cheat while his partner cheated on him too while marrying another woman! But Poland didnât listen, Poland justified it with the out the man told him. I justified it with the fact that he was cheated on so he could cheat.. A wrong cannot make another wrong right and so our friendship ended.
Everything broke apart for me afterwards, things we enjoyed doing together, the late nights talking about stupid things that didnât matter were over. He was gone. I wasnât alone, quite the opposite I had many people around me and it did help but at the back of my mind I couldnât let go of a friendship like that.
Time passed, the Second World War passed and something unexpected happened. It was a rainy night when I saw him, Poland was drenched by the rain and he stood there staring at me. Before I could react he apologised crying I didnt hesitate to run up and hug him. The guy needed it madly. I was glad he was okay. That night things started to look sunny again.. or so I thought. Poland came back broken in so many ways. It was worse than before and so the process of letting down his walls started again. Iâd like to think that our friendship before that helped in the process.
Finally he was staring to become himself again, a bit quieter and dimmer but still himself. At every bit of progress I couldnât help and smile at him, we were best friends once more. The times changed rapidly and we got into the 2000s. Our friendship was stronger than ever before, only issue being really that we lived some distance apart. But with ups come downs, Poland mental state was like a rollercoaster, there were times when things were looking up just to fall right back to the beginning. He refused profesional help and I wasnât the best at replacing said help but we manage, kinda. During those down times I stayed at his place or he at mine so I could keep an eye on the guy and if he was caring for himself at least a little. I took over haircuts, cutting his hair shorter when it got too long. Took him outside on hikes or just walks. But the hassle of moving from one place to another was getting much, I had a job too, not that I needed the money that badly but it was nice to have one.
So one day while chilling on the couch I just asked him if he wants to move into a place, share rent etc just like roommates. He didnât need to be convinced I mean we practically were already. So we choose a smaller place somewhere between our two countries for easy access to the border.
Living together is I think the most fun Iâve had! Itâs like having your best friend at any given moment. I gave up on trying to find romance and itâs still not something I need, Poland is the same in a way I guess. I tried getting him into dating others but it overwhelmed him and just made it worse. So I donât push it, heâll be ready one day. But now we just live together having fun every day or most days. Heâs always been a shoulder I could cry on and the support I needed. I wouldnt ask for anyone else to be my best friend. Itâs no surprise weâre married. ;)
Now now no need for the shock itâs not what you think. Itâs like just two buddies legally married to each other for tax benefit. And for any physical needs we have. Itâs not just a friendship but by no means a romantic relationship. We just go with the flow? We kiss we fuck, we annoy each other, we bicker and enjoy that marriage benefit. And hey any person wanting to start something romantic with me gets a no and I get to show off our marriage bracelets. Typically married couples have their wedding bands but we are by no means typical. We both have matching bracelets with the rings as a charm.
Our wedding was beautiful, in a courthouse, me in my white cocktail dress, Poland in some tshirt with a suit printed on and my brother with a kebab and framed picture of mom and dad.
I doubt things will change with our dynamic if Iâm honest, I support my sassy femboy, or I guess husband idk, in his journey to heal. I hope he gets permanently better someday, I really hope.
(All credit goes to me since I was the one to write and come up with the deeper parts of the story with IRFâs original ideas and characters)
