the stories are the best part. yours is wonderfulLet me tell you a story (Oh boy, here she goes..)
No seriously. When I first visited the US, I came for 3 weeks. I was 19.. or 20.. or somewhere around there haha. Anyway, young and stupid me didn't really think too well at the time, but I was ready to fly the coop. I had met some folks online over the years and one particular guy I got along with rather well. We had been talking for months over the phone, 2 hours a day atleast (I had a calling plan, before you worry!). I spoke to his mom as well, so I knew I wasn't going straight into the arms of a homicidal creep.
I decided I was going to fly to the US, never had been on a plane, or been away from my family more than 5 days.. It was the strangest thing. Within those three weeks I felt I had come home. I never really liked Holland. I was awkward, didn't fit in.. I was an outcast really. And I came to Alabama and I found a new world.
I spent one month in Holland, then I actually asked him to marry me, per Justice of the peace, we wouldn't be *really* married, right? It would just be like dating. That little piece of paper wouldn't matter much.
I flew back to the US again, to stay for 3 months, the longest my visa was valid for. We started some of the paperwork on getting a visa valid for marriage. I already moved some of my things into their house at that time haha. His mom loved me, his dad liked me.. I was right at home. I went to his grandparents for Thanksgiving and they adored me.
It took us a year to get the paper hassle done. He flew to Holland twice and the last time he visited, I flew back with him. Never been back since... That was September 1st, 2004.
We lived with his parents a few years, finally I was allowed to work (that took 2 years), we got an apartment, bought a house a couple years after that... We divorced a few years ago, we had grown up and grown apart. Don't regret any of it, I know we helped eachother achieve things we wouldn't have achieved on our own. Some family thought I would surely come back with my tail between my legs after that, but I didn't even consider it. I still love his family, and his mom still considers me her daughter. I do not speak to them a whole lot, it's a little weird to me... but I know if I ever need them, they'd be there for me.
I'm 30 now, have got a beautiful son with a wonderful man, and we have custody of his son. I kept the house, because my (ex)husband didn't want the responsibility).
This year I plan on getting my citizenship.. and hopefully FINALLY get married. Maybe for real this time.. in a dress...(Oooooh, chicken bridesmaids!) Oh, and my step-son DOES have an uncle Bubba. That's a whole 'nother story...
Let me tell you a story (Oh boy, here she goes..)
No seriously. When I first visited the US, I came for 3 weeks. I was 19.. or 20.. or somewhere around there haha. Anyway, young and stupid me didn't really think too well at the time, but I was ready to fly the coop. I had met some folks online over the years and one particular guy I got along with rather well. We had been talking for months over the phone, 2 hours a day atleast (I had a calling plan, before you worry!). I spoke to his mom as well, so I knew I wasn't going straight into the arms of a homicidal creep.
I decided I was going to fly to the US, never had been on a plane, or been away from my family more than 5 days.. It was the strangest thing. Within those three weeks I felt I had come home. I never really liked Holland. I was awkward, didn't fit in.. I was an outcast really. And I came to Alabama and I found a new world.
I spent one month in Holland, then I actually asked him to marry me, per Justice of the peace, we wouldn't be *really* married, right? It would just be like dating. That little piece of paper wouldn't matter much.
I flew back to the US again, to stay for 3 months, the longest my visa was valid for. We started some of the paperwork on getting a visa valid for marriage. I already moved some of my things into their house at that time haha. His mom loved me, his dad liked me.. I was right at home. I went to his grandparents for Thanksgiving and they adored me.
It took us a year to get the paper hassle done. He flew to Holland twice and the last time he visited, I flew back with him. Never been back since... That was September 1st, 2004.
We lived with his parents a few years, finally I was allowed to work (that took 2 years), we got an apartment, bought a house a couple years after that... We divorced a few years ago, we had grown up and grown apart. Don't regret any of it, I know we helped eachother achieve things we wouldn't have achieved on our own. Some family thought I would surely come back with my tail between my legs after that, but I didn't even consider it. I still love his family, and his mom still considers me her daughter. I do not speak to them a whole lot, it's a little weird to me... but I know if I ever need them, they'd be there for me.
I'm 30 now, have got a beautiful son with a wonderful man, and we have custody of his son. I kept the house, because my (ex)husband didn't want the responsibility).
This year I plan on getting my citizenship.. and hopefully FINALLY get married. Maybe for real this time.. in a dress...(Oooooh, chicken bridesmaids!) Oh, and my step-son DOES have an uncle Bubba. That's a whole 'nother story...
TURNER IN ON
Quote:Candle in 2 days!
Candled just now. Wisher1000 eggs 15 were ok, like this
Only one was clear, did the eggtopsy, it was scramble
My other eggs I got from S Carolina and put in the following day, i candled them also. 10 ok, 5 unfertile and 1 scramble
So now I have 25 out of 32 eggs in the bator. 14 days to go!
