I broke up with my boyfriend during the pandemic and now I’m scared
2020-04-25 17:46:06
TiranaPost
People have bigger problems, but mine is that my boyfriend broke up with me as soon as the pandemic started.
We parted ways one evening when I had spent the whole day shopping, as the WHO had just declared global pandemic.
Determined to remain optimistic, I had made a warm soup when my faded boyfriend entered the house. I saw it and realized: Either there was some tragic news about coronavirus, or it would end our relationship.
This ending surprised me especially because terrible times were coming. We had been together for 6 months and we were very good.
That night I drank two bottles of Whiskey and had a stomach ache and diarrhea.
Symptoms worsened after two days. It seemed to me that I had a fever. I wanted to measure the temperature, but the thermometer broke. I didn’t know if it was a manifestation of the emotional state or the coronavirus church. Usually when I was separated other times I had a lot of friends around me and I spent it, this time it was different.
I was so sorry I called him to bring me some medicine and he brought it to me.
Shortly after he left, firefighters knocked on my door and asked me when I had last seen my neighbor. He had been dead for two days and his son had notified the police as he did not answer the phone.
They also showed me in the photo, so decomposed, to identify him. It was horrible. I became bad. I had grabbed the same doors with him. I would be infected too. I called my ex again. He came and stayed there for a few hours, only to leave later. He would come and go because I was so scared.
Now we were no longer romantic partners, but pandemic partners. I thought maybe our relationship was on pause just like the city, like the world. Or maybe there are many other couples who are staying together alone from quarantine, just because they are afraid to be alone.
My ex didn’t want to stay alone, so I knew isolation would be hard for him. He was always socializing, cycling, traveling, planning. The first months of the meeting go fast. He gave me a toothbrush at our second meeting (to use at his house) and a drawer in his bedroom in the second month.
Within four months, we had gone on vacation three times and met each other's families. I was always worried that we had moved too fast, without knowing each other well.
If we just slowed down, would we still have a chance?
Now the slowdown was mandated by the government. Maybe isolation with his loneliness and time for reflection was uniting us again?
* Source New York Times
