Hi, dear brothers and sisters. This post will be long, and probably boring. Probably I am talking to Jesus right now, I don't know. I don't really expect an answer. Some of you may remember my story. I met my husband on an American forum for victims of psychological abuse. We fell in love and we got married on the 4th of August 2018. My husband filed a spousal visa petition to make me immigrate in the US and it was received by USCIS on the 17th of August 2018.
No answer from them. None. Not even a request for evidence, nothing. We have been completely ignored.
In the meantime my husband got ill (mind you, I am in Italy because we wnated to do things legally and not taking any short cuts, for example having me overstay my ESTA) with an illness called Undetermined Connettivitis Indifferentiated. It means he struggles to walk, to dress himself, to feed himself, and he is in an excruciating pain all day. He asked for an expedite to USCIS but it was denied, because "he did not provide enough evidence". He provided hgis medical records: what else should he provide? He goes to work, because he was unemployed for six months (he lost his previous job as a Guard because of the sickness) then the unemployment benefits ended. But it is excruciating for him. All he could find was a very physical job in a shop. He is 54 (I am 50) and it is difficult to find anything.
We have gone though many stages of discouragement and despair, even if we struggle to not be depressing. All we have is our daily phone call and we don't want it to be miserable. We have paid three different lawyers, to get nothing. All we have is this deafening silence: from the USCIS, from God. Did we pray? We did, at the beginning. Do we pray now? Not that much. It looks like we are talking to a wall. We have had many well intentioned Christian people scolding us for not having "enough faith". It has been a year and three months. I am not so sure they would have done better than us. I could work if I reached him, I am a teacher and there is a shortage of teachers in Oklahoma, where my academic titles would be recognized. But here I am, in a limbo. The most single married woman you will ever meet. Is God punishing us? I wish I could know. I don't do much except drag myself through the days, my life is on hold. Many people think bad of us, they don't believe something like this could happen. I look like a fool. The laugh at me. And this is another thing I ask God: why? Why the laughs, on top of this? I wrote to the Red Cross, to the President. Noone answered.
Neither Jesus did. What am I asking? I don't know. I wonder what is the point of this dreadful experience, after an already difficult life. I confess I am unable to pray, IRarerarely feel God near.
What am I asking? I don't know. I wonder what is the point of all of this.
Sorry for the long rant.
No answer from them. None. Not even a request for evidence, nothing. We have been completely ignored.
In the meantime my husband got ill (mind you, I am in Italy because we wnated to do things legally and not taking any short cuts, for example having me overstay my ESTA) with an illness called Undetermined Connettivitis Indifferentiated. It means he struggles to walk, to dress himself, to feed himself, and he is in an excruciating pain all day. He asked for an expedite to USCIS but it was denied, because "he did not provide enough evidence". He provided hgis medical records: what else should he provide? He goes to work, because he was unemployed for six months (he lost his previous job as a Guard because of the sickness) then the unemployment benefits ended. But it is excruciating for him. All he could find was a very physical job in a shop. He is 54 (I am 50) and it is difficult to find anything.
We have gone though many stages of discouragement and despair, even if we struggle to not be depressing. All we have is our daily phone call and we don't want it to be miserable. We have paid three different lawyers, to get nothing. All we have is this deafening silence: from the USCIS, from God. Did we pray? We did, at the beginning. Do we pray now? Not that much. It looks like we are talking to a wall. We have had many well intentioned Christian people scolding us for not having "enough faith". It has been a year and three months. I am not so sure they would have done better than us. I could work if I reached him, I am a teacher and there is a shortage of teachers in Oklahoma, where my academic titles would be recognized. But here I am, in a limbo. The most single married woman you will ever meet. Is God punishing us? I wish I could know. I don't do much except drag myself through the days, my life is on hold. Many people think bad of us, they don't believe something like this could happen. I look like a fool. The laugh at me. And this is another thing I ask God: why? Why the laughs, on top of this? I wrote to the Red Cross, to the President. Noone answered.
Neither Jesus did. What am I asking? I don't know. I wonder what is the point of this dreadful experience, after an already difficult life. I confess I am unable to pray, IRarerarely feel God near.
What am I asking? I don't know. I wonder what is the point of all of this.
Sorry for the long rant.
