What a story.... My goodness, I am glad I have not dealt with any of that. What gets me EVERY time, is that people don't believe I am an immigrant. It's really a little sad, but in the South, the idea is that all immigrants look latino and speak broken English. I've done my share of burning hoop jumping, although it was mostly just dealing with the legalese paperwork (I did everything myself, no attorney). The closest I got to being at risk for deportation what when I got married. We wanted to do the whole justice of the peace thing on Halloween, wearing silly costumes. Turns out, it was smack dab in the middle of judge/justice elections and they were all FAR too busy to actually do their job I got married on November 4th, with only 15 days to spare on my fiancee visa. WAY too close for comfort. I was sick, had a fever.. didn't even bother to wear my dress. Worst wedding ever, atleast we both laughed at it.. We've divorced 6 years later, rather amicably. I was 22 and he just turned 19 when we got married.. Young folks doing stupid things Everything happens for a reason though and I like to think we really helped eachother become the people we are, for better or worse. He's living the bachelor life and I've got kiddo's now (not his), I like to think we both got what we wanted in the end.