Thank you all and after going to a friends house and venting I feel better. Its hard I liken my journey to my ancestors that I researched for so many years. Out in new territories, pioneers, people who left everything behind to go to find a dream in another land. How many of our ancestors struggled as I am now? But here I got language too. But so did many of my ancestors. Im reliving their lives it seems I got my wish to go back in time.
My husband is a very good man, he accepted me with a LOT of baggage. 2 children, evil ex husband, disfunctional family he knew it all when he married me and loved me unconditionally. None of this was planned. He thought he would be 4 months at most to finish settling our affairs in the usa and back here. But God had other plans.
He got sick, so I sent my second son to help him. Then he could not find help with how to ship our belongings to a country where few airlines come and mail service doesnt exist and no one seems to know anything. To give you an example we opened a bank account here 2 yrs ago. I didnt know the account number for a year, his brother never told me. Then it was only in ky husbands name since my bil said I had no need to touch money! Then my husband said put her name on the account. It took 6 hours and 2 days to get my name on the account.
Then if I wanted money I had to bring someone with me to explain what I needed since no one in the bank spoke english. Then one man continued to harassing me everytime I came to take money asking me where was my husband? Yesterday after 2 yrs of having the account we finally got checks for the account. My husband wired through a friend a large sum of money. Banks here dont work internationally so you have to send money to people who have business connections in both countries. Then you got to trust that person.
Well with the turmoil in the city and if things should get bad I didnt want to have the money in the bank. So I took someone with me to withdrawl most of the deposit. Imagine going into a bank with no guards, to a counter lined with people all looking and seeing your every move and then a teller handing you a LARGE sum of cash that you tuck into a bag and walking out to your car alone. Yep....thats life here.
Anyway I have to wait for tickets so my son can go back, put the house in his name, pack the house still, then hubby can come and we wait 2 months for the ship to arrive IF THERE IS SAFE PORTS we will then have our household which we have no place to put it and im not lugging it up 3 stories. Ive been married 27 yrs and been happy. I knew one day I might be alone and feeling it was better to be near family than alone 7n my old age I made this choice to be close to his.
But 32 yrs changed so much, he is a stranger to his family and his country. I know its not going to be easy but to be abused by people I will not accept. I wont let it happen and if I had the words they would hear it. My husbands upset he isnt here but we don't have much choice. I feel like a military wife. But there is no welcome wagon here. Thanks for the hugs and shoulders I need it some days.
There are many foreigners here but most wont lift a hand to help a newcomer each for thrir own reason. Its a toss the kid in the lake you either learn to swim or drown. They say god task you only for what he knows you can handle, but then why do people kill themselves? It will make ke stronger and I know im leaving my kids with a legacy of strength but some days I just need to cry.
Its late and a friend is going to show me how to get to a meat plant tomorrow so I can buy meat cheaper. Sadly my bil and husbands of sils go there but never offer to take me or pick ip for me. So its do for myself.
I have one of my Georgia ancestors who was scalped twice and lived, I feel like her some days...but its my heart they are cutting. But I put 8n a bonnet and put a smile on my face and go on. Nite....
