Monday, April 29, 2013

I Am Not American

Time, paperwork, money and more time. 

Those are key elements when having a relationship with someone that is not American.  Since the beginning of our relationship my Marine and I had the talk about who was moving in with whom.  The chance of him moving in with me disappeared once he got promoted, Warrant Officers can't get in the MSGP or be based in my city.  So, it was obvious I was the one moving.  But my Marine had no idea of what not being an "American" meant, and even though I told him I couldn't just move in with him he had this naive idea that I could and that we just didn't know how to.

There are two ways I could move to the States, being the first one risky:

  1. Apply for an student visa.  And with this one comes the money, I have to demonstrate I'm able to pay all my expenses and the school without working.  Now shoot me. This one is risky to the fact that he is a Marine and he is constantly moving, what if he has to move? Then what? I'll be in one state and he will be in the other? 
  2. Marriage. Yes, the forbidden word for any woman that really want to get married. Why is that man can't hear that word? They runaway faster than...I was not going to be the one that throw that grenade. 
But yesterday my world came apart.  While we were talking about marriage (not us but the fact) he said something about "nothing guarantee is going to end that way". And that was it, nothing of what he wrote afterwards trying to explain himself was good enough.  I even encouraged him to stop writing.   I asked him: "what do you mean we are not getting married? I told you first thing if you did not want that then I did not want to be with you, I want to get married and have a family".  He said that he did too but that he hasn't proposed to me yet...blah blah and that he had a plan.  The plan was very nice, once again if I would have been an American.  He was visualizing something like this:

Visit in July
Him moving to his next PDS
Me moving with him
Proposal
A car for me

I CAN'T MOVE TO THE STATES IF WE ARE NOT MARRIED!  I did not tell him that, but my thoughts were so loud I think he heard them.  I was so so...I don't know how to describe it.  It was not mad, it was hopeless, sad.  How come he doesn't know it yet?  He, we have being both doing research about it, and last time we talked he sent me links about a K1/K3 visas (fiancee or spouse of a US Citizen) so I thought "well, he knows!".

Ladies and gentlemen, he did not.  Well to be fair it is not that he didn't, but he is not taking into consideration the timing.  He thinks things will just happen at the moment. 

If I would have been an American I could just move in with him whenever I want, but I'm not.  We could move back to my country where restrictions to move in for Americans are practically none, but there comes the fact that he is a Marine and he can't choose where to live.

I think he saw my face, he felt how I was feeling and began to write (he couldn't talk since his roommate was in the room) about how much he loves me and how much he wants me in his life, but I was destroyed.

Next day, when I woke up I saw a lot of texts messages from him again, telling me how much he needs me.  I did not answer, I was sad, sad that he did not (by this time), still didn't understand my, our situation.  Then, since I did not answer he began to get irritated and began to complain on how he was writing, telling me, opening his heart and I did not care.  I couldn't answer him, I was doing some errands for my brother's wedding, I truly couldn't (or I did not have the words, I was afraid of what was coming next).  

I finally wrote him and told him that despite all his love and the plans he had for us it was not enough for me, that for us to be living under the same roof we needed to get married, that I was sorry since it was not his fault but that he needed to know that and take a decision because I wanted/needed to continue my professional career, therefore once I was done with my PHD I wanted to begin working and I needed to be in my "final" destination to do that. 

I don't want to tire you with this...it really took me a lot of time to publish this since much was said and I didn't know how to express it well.  In the end he told me he can't live without me and that he hadn't proposed because he wanted it to be special for me and he did not want to just do a cheese proposal.  He said he will do whatever it takes to have me with him as soon as possible.  And he also said:

"Next time just tell me, I some times think I'm doing ok and then PUM! WTH?"

With telling him all I was feeling I took the risk of him ending the relationship; we have been together for almost a year now but for some that is not enough. It wasn't for me when my ex husband proposed. So knowing he loves me enough to take that step makes me realize how lucky I am. IM A LUCKY WOMAN!!!

Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman, luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man....
Anonymous








Friday, April 19, 2013

Happy Fu**ing Birthday

I cried last night before going to bed, I saw it coming.  ONE MORE birthday.  I'm 33 Jesus! then I'm going to be 40 and then I'll die!  

My bdays back in my country were amazing.  I remember my last bday there, three years ago: I met a guy by April 3, rocked my world first time I saw him and he invited me out and a relationship begun.  My bday was a Monday, I flew to Puerto Rico for the weekend and had the most amazing party ever.  Came back to my country by Sunday, on time for my real bday, woke up to my family singing happy birthday to me, with a little cake and balloons. Went to work and had my office decorated with balloons and a cake.  Got back home and got dressed to a date with my newly met Marine.

Three years later, without my family, without the Marine (that ended up being an asshole, but that is another story) and in a country that for you to have a birthday party you have to celebrate it yourself...its kind of depressing.  The scholarship I have gives me the exact money to survive lol so it's not like I can do much, and I'm not working therefore what am I supposed to do today? Happy f**ing birthday...

As you may know, I'm in a relationship with a Marine (not the one I met 3 years ago), a great guy that has finally given me peace... mental peace, joy, excitement, butterflies in my belly... but not even him could improve my mood yesterday.  I feel so bad today, he called me last night because he wanted to be the first one to say happy birthday, and he was, for the second time in a rode :) but I couldn't feel happy.  I wanted to go to bed, not to think, really I've thought about this a lot.  I'm not where I wanted to be at this age, and I've tried, I've tried but it doesn't seem it is working.  Should I go back to my country and just accept the fact that that is what I can have? Should I continue trying here? How do I know I've done everything possible to make my dreams come true or if I'm just abandoning? 

This morning, when the alarm rang (I try to wake up by 0900) I did not wake up until 1100.  I didn't want to wake up, I have a lot of things to do with the studies and all but I did not want to, I just did not care.  What for?  I'm in love with someone and I can't even be with him...so basically, everything I want I don't  have.  I'm doing this Insanity Training (exercise, body toning) so I had to wake up, if I miss a day the training gets pushed back...there you go, another thing I did not have, I couldn't even decide to be sad and not wake up.

I woke up and had some breakfast...my Marine told me not to leave the house from 0900 to 1400 so I knew he sent something.  Someone was at the door by 1230, the mailman.  My wonderful boyfriend had sent me flowers, all the way from the United States.  Why am I sad? I have the must wonderful man, worrying about me, feeling guilty because he can't be with me to make me feel better.  

There are so many bad things going on in the world, people with more difficult paths that mine and I insist to think I'm living a hell.  There are two things I want for me, I always pray for that and I will wish it today as my birthday wish: I want to learn how to appreciate the small things life gives me and I want to be a wise woman.  I go in life, always fighting, always wanting more, and never really enjoying what I have.  The important, the valuable thing is the ride, not when you get off and finally get there.

Meaning: I'm going to do my exercises, I'll do my hair, I'll take a pic for my Marine with my beautiful flowers and I will go out (daylight haha) have a crappy meal, ice cream and a freaking cake.

...I'm just still not comfortable with the birthday stuff, so lets say: Happy Anniversary to me!










P.S These are my flowers! Still buds but they will be beautiful when they bloom <3