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My husband Javier loves Call of Duty. I got rid of his X-box but he found a way to play the damn game on his phone.
I always call him flojo.
He immigrated to this country with nothing more than the clothes on his back.
He went for days without showering, eating properly, or sleeping in a bed.
I see him now all comfortable and happy but I sometimes forget that his journey here was not an easy one.
Why do we say that people come from nothing? Or that people had nothing when they first started?
This society is obsessed with material possessions. And by that I mean we measure success by what someone has but not by what someone thinks. Or maybe some people do. I hate generalizing but I can’t write for everyone.
Anyway, Javier came here with determination. The kind that meant he’d stop at nothing to make a life for himself. So that meant having 3 jobs. Sleeping on the floor of his friend’s one-bedroom apartment.
I always get upset with Javier when he doesn’t put effort into something like learning English, cooking orange chicken, or paying a bill online.
The amount of courage it took to come to this country with “nothing” still amazes me when I think about it. I’ve traveled penniless before and it’s no joke. You rely on other people to make it.
For those reasons, I can’t wrap my head about his flojera. Maybe he’s just comfortable. He still works hard. Even if he doesn’t do everything that I ask him to. I don’t even think it’s the language barrier at this point. Our personalities are very different. I’m convinced that he just likes to ignore me.