Normally I eat sitting at the computer desk because it’s just extremely unpleasant to eat at the coffee table where Nicholas and I typically used to eat every night. If I had another table, I would already pitch this one. One of the legs on it is broken anyway from where Nicholas got angry at me and kicked the leg right off the table. Anyway, for some reason I found myself sitting in Nicholas’s seat eating on his side of the table. Totally triggered and nearly in tears I felt the need to text him.
Today was genuinely a good day besides all the imminent doom and gloom from the fierce outbreak of the coronavirus. Just me saying that makes me feel like I’m in a movie where everyone is quarantined, because of a virus that is transforming people into zombies. Early this morning after writing yesterday’s journal entry, nearly 3,000 words my head was pounding. So, once my sister woke up, I drove down to her house to see if she had some medication for it. After swallowing the pills, we sat there and chatted for a bit until she woke up enough to get dressed, and for my headache to get better. Once she was dressed, we headed to the grocery store to stock up in case the President puts in place what they are calling the Stafford act. Later I’m going to look this up because I’m not really certain what this means yet. My friend just sent me a text saying stock up because we might be put in one place for a while.
Once we got home, I drove my sister to her apartment and helped her unload her groceries and came home to unload mine. Anytime that I do something that Nicholas and I used to do together it triggers me, and I immediately start missing and thinking of him. Ignoring these feelings, I finished up bringing the bags in. After it was all put away I made myself lunch. A better cheddar, chips and salsa, and a bowl of baked potato with bacon soup. Normally I eat sitting at the computer desk because it’s just extremely unpleasant to eat at the coffee table where Nicholas and I typically used to eat every night. If I had another table, I would already pitch this one. One of the legs on it is broken anyway from where Nicholas got angry at me and kicked the leg right off the table. Anyway, for some reason I found myself sitting in Nicholas’s seat eating on his side of the table. Totally triggered and nearly in tears I felt the need to text him. It was around noon, and I still hadn’t heard anything from him.
As always, to my pleasant surprise he responded pretty much right away. I had written a lengthy text and when I do this, sometimes I wonder if he actually reads them all the way through. He had this time and addressed pretty much everything I spoke about. The next text however, I asked a question that I didn’t get the answer to. Really I know his answer to the question I put forth, I just want to hear him say it. When he and I were separated due to the disgusting neighbors calling the cops, and lying to them saying he put his hands on her, they carted him off to jail for a 24 hour hold on domestic violence charges. Yes, he’s hit me, but I would have never called the cops on him. The aftermath of this day was that he and I lost our lives and our livelihood. Everything that we worked hard for and built together was gone. We both lost a lot that day but in his eyes, I lost nothing and he lost everything. In my second journal entry, Stipulations Of Love, nadiamazonis.com/2020/02/02/dear-journal-3/ I properly wrote about this. He totally blames me for him not getting to take everything and leaving me with the clothes on my back like he promised he would do if he ever left. Our relationship wasn’t perfect, and in the end I thought we needed a break. I wanted to see if we missed one another, and if we loved each other like we said we did. However, I didn’t call the cops, and I didn’t make him leave. In my eyes he could have said no to his deranged mother and family and refused to go. I pleaded with him in one of the last conversations we had on the phone, yet HE chose to leave.
Overlooking the fact that he didn’t acknowledge this question we continued to text back and forth for a good long while. His chest is bothering him again, and with this crazy virus attacking everyone it’s really starting to worry me. He just got out of the hospital around the 7th of March with a severe case of the flu that eventually turned to pneumonia. Being asthmatic on top of these illnesses brings me much anxiety. Even though we are thousands of miles apart, and no longer in any kind of relationship, I would be devastated if he were to pass away. Honestly, I know I would have to check myself into the hospital just so I could be observed. The love between us isn’t what it used to be. I’m aware of that, but this alive man unfortunately still holds the keys to my eternal universe and my passionate heart.
This morning I talked to my man JP, it’s unfortunate my love for him isn’t as strong and anchored as it is with Nicholas. If it were I wouldn’t be triggered as much as I was today. Like I’ve said, it’s not easy communicating with him, and I literally have to use google translate to converse with him on every message. Do I mind this? Hell no! Something about him intrigues me and makes me want to know more. What you say and how you say it means everything and what he says and how he says it makes my body tremble. Not sexually, but he moves my spirit and my soul. Like no other man in my life, he talks to me and honors me in just the proper ways to make it romantic, and not overly forced. Since we started communicating, I’ve asked myself countless times if he lived closer how would we communicate? Would we have to always use a phone and google translate? In public school I took Spanish for 3 brutal years and lived with a Puerto Rican for almost 13 years, and I still am not fluent in that language. Languages are just hard for me to grasp, and God knows I’ve tried. So, all in all I don’t know where this is going and for now I’m just going to be myself as I have been and continue getting to know him. If anything and we never get to undoubtedly see one another, I will have made the most beloved friend I’ve had in four miserable months, and I will continue to be that until Instagram kicks me off.