When I was a little girl the only thing in life that I wished for was to grow up and marry myself a wonderful caring husband someday. Of course, no one dared or even thought that they want to marry a monster husband someday. That's just so wrong and why would they think that?
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| Bohol, Philippines |
I met Jack in the Philippines during 1998. He didn't stay that long; he was just there to meet me in person. He had shown kindness to me and to my family, he was so thoughtful.
He went back to the US, and we continued communicating via snail mail and telephone. I received around three letters each week from him, and we talked very often on the phone, at least everyday. We developed intense feelings for each other. Months being away from him became so hard for me. He started processing this so called 'non-immigrant visa' (Fiancée Visa). He started supporting me financially to obtain all of the documents that are required from the US Embassy for the acceptance of the visa. Once the interview was successful, I flew to the US right away in 1999.
Cebu City where I grew up!
If you are following my blog, you will recall I mentioned that whilst I was there, I was having a difficult time adjusting to life in America. I had nobody but Jack, who petitioned me and whom then become my husband. Jack superimposed himself as a Christian. He always went to church five times a week. He had this smile that said he was the best guy in the world. I was pretty much convinced that he was my guy.
As you can see, where the "A" is marked is where I used to live. It is a 4.5-mile radius with no one else close by. Jack always went to work four times a week. At first, he warned me not to call anyone else but him (signs of him being a control freak started to show early on, but it didn't ring a bell right away). He wanted me to go to Church all the time, while he is gone to work, which I did.
During his off days, during my very first week living in America, he took me to a Filipina neighbor who lived close to us. I was so happy to finally meet someone from my country, but then again, when we returned home later that night, he warned me once again not to be so close with our Filipino neighbors(mind you, this was the second time that he warned me. Remember the first? Not to call anyone on the phone but him and now secondly not to be so close with Filipino. It was all a sign that was very controlling was already showing early on). I ignored him thinking to myself maybehe just doesn't trust people but wait a minute, these are people from my country, I proclaimed to myself!
A month after being here in America, I got bored. I had asked Jack nicely if I could get a local job, since I am so lonely, and also it could help him pay bills. He said, "No, you just need to stay here. I will take care of you." Take care of me? I said to myself once again! He can't even buy me any personal toiletries, you know, what women need? I couldn't buy that stuff myself because I didn't have a job, and I was afraid to ask him.
One day, I contacted my Filipina neighbor, and I asked her a favor to send me a pad becayse I had none. I explained to her that Jack wouldn't provide them for me. Although, it was terribly difficult to ask someone who you'd just met a couple of months ago, but I needed it badly.
One night, Jack came home and found the pad hidden under-neath the sink closet and yelled at me that night.
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