We’ve met with the lawyer. We have three more lawyers to meet with to see if anyone has any ideas of what to do. Apparently, it would cost over $15k to file an appeal, and even then, it wouldn’t matter because this was the final blah-di-blah. Unless Jesus gives us a miracle, I’m moving to Mexico in the next month or so.
There is so much to do.
Planning on getting married tomorrow because I don’t want to leave the country without being married to my one true love, and I’d love to have my dream wedding, but the government is taking that away from me. Everything is already paid for. What a waste. I’m going to go try and get the money back as much as possible, but I’m not hopeful.
I need to sell my car, cancel random things, and find a place for us to live. And jobs. Oh God.
Ya’ll. Don’t take anything for granted. Ever. Three days ago, I knew where my life was going. Now look at it. It’s been turned completely upside down in less than 72 hours.
I most likely won’ be updating this anytime soon. I have a few Candies that I wouldn’t mind handing out my login info if anyone is interested in taking over, but for now, it’s been real.
If anything changes, I’ll keep ya’ll posted.
Also, my real name is Britta, if anyone was wondering.
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So this terrible thing is happening, and I don’t even know what to do.
We got a letter from the US Governemt. It said that we have 30 days to come up with roughly $2,000 for an appeal, or my fiance will be deported. Our wedding is in 3 months. That’s 90 days. Can’t they just be patient? No?
Thirty days. I don’t make that much in 30 days, and we’ve been spending so much for the wedding that we don’t have that kind of money just lying around.
I don’t know what to do. I can’t lose him. He’s my everything.
You guys, I feel like my heart has just been ripped out. I don’t know what to do. I can’t just pick up and move to another country. But I can’t be apart from him. Maybe we could just elope, but that would be a very temporary fix.
So if ya’ll could maybe say some nice, comforting things, I could use it. My mom and dad are out of town, my friends don’t understand except to say things like, “oh, I’m sorry,” and “don’t worry, it’ll work out,” and I don’t have anyone to talk to. He also keeps telling me “don’t worry about it, it’ll work out.” But the thing is, HOW can it work out. HOW can I just pretend that in 30 days he might be gone? Money doesn’t just fall from trees.
I’ll keep ya’ll updated if ya’ll care, but I just…
I feel numb.
Want to watch me cry about it? Yes.