I'm back just for a minute. I left my job at the airport as soon as I finished paying the expenses of my surgery. Working there was kinda awful. The working enviroment was filled with jealousy, lies and rumours. I faced a whole side of 'worklife' I didn't know, the dark one. Soon I started teaching personal english and french lessons. That kept money flowing for a good while, at least until the pandemic began. My relationship with Jorge ended almost a year ago. It got to a point where he would drink too much and even act violently. Even though I wanted to break up with him long before that, it was the physical violence what finally pushed me into leaving him. I ghosted him for good. He's been trying to reach me by many means, but I'm determined. It's been a year since I last talked to him. I just felt so broken and humilliated after he crossed that line on me. Covid19 lockdown gave me the time to reflect on how toxic our relationship had become. César is now one of my closest friends. We've grown pretty close, to the point he's one of the few people I keep contact with and meet during this whole social distance phase. My nephew will be 7 years old next month. My niece is 4 years old now. They both speak quite a lot and I love that. I really enjoy playing with them. I've grown very close to them.
Even though I'm only a year away from graduating in Dramatic Arts, I feel kinda lost in life honestly.
