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Sharon's Determination......
I was heartbroken,
the English authorities kicked me out of the country for the third time.
Once, when I was on a student Visa, and I forgot to attend
college. And, once when my
Visa expired, and again when my online love connection fell apart right
at London’s, Heathrow Airport.
More than ever I
was determined to marry an English man and live in England. The fact
that I wasn’t’ an English citizen, had no affect on my goals.
This had been a lifelong dream since I was a young girl.
After my second
disastrous, encounter with the country of England, I decided my online
dating would surely place me in a position to ultimately become an
English citizen by way of marriage.
After several
months of hot and heavy conversations, online and by telephone, with a
young man, we will call Chad, I packed my bags and headed for England
for the third time. I had
extremely high hopes that our relationship would work out.
After I arrived at
London’s Heathrow Airport, I was filled with excitement, and overwhelmed
with grief, all within a span of 90 seconds.
Because I had been a little late arriving at JFK, my seat on the
aircraft was in the back of the plane.
As I waited my turn
to get off the aircraft, I was filled with joy, at seeing a man I had
come to care for deeply, online.
I had no idea that our first meeting would be our last, nor that
a man whom I had never seen before could generate disappointment,
embarrassment, and emotional pain in my life.
When Chad saw me in person for the first time, his face turned to a frown. He looked very upset, yet his reaction was reserved, as the English are noted for. As it turned out, Chad hadn’t really understood, when I told him I was a big girl.
Because my weight,
at that time, was around 240 pounds, he believed me to be obese and
explained that he could never love a woman who was as large as myself.
I thanked him for his honesty and proceeded to walk away, as he
was still forming the words to say how sorry he was..
I had no where to
go, and felt totally empty within.
Somewhere between the gate at the airport and the baggage claim
area, I found my confidence and determination.
I called the family I had worked for previously, while in England
to ask if I could spend a couple nights.
They were happy to hear from me and insisted on coming to the
airport to pick me up.
I later realized,
they were having problems with their Nanny, and wanted to employ me
again, for a as long as I could stay.
After about a year,
the fact that I was in England illegally, was discovered once again.
And I was asked to leave, for the third time.
Back in California,
I placed my fate in the hands of Internet dating websites once again.
They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting
different results. Yet, I
knew within my heart, someday, someway, there would be positive results.
Each day, I checked the dating websites, looking for English men
who would be open to dating a full-figured woman from the US.
It was not long
before I hooked up with Jeffery.
I was very careful in describing myself to him,
my heart couldn’t afford another
misunderstanding.
We were both
excited about the possibilities of our new relationship.
Although he complained about the monthly fees of the dating
website, he stuck it out long enough for us to make a solid connection.
This time, the man
whom I later married, traveled to me.
He loved the US, he loved California, and best of all, he was
open to loving me.
We married, a year
after his initial visit to California. We were never able to get our
families in the same country at the same time, so we had a wedding
ceremony in the US and in England.
Of course we
decided to live in England. And once we found a suitable apartment, we
started to save the necessary monies to apply for my English
citizenship.
Much to our
surprise, the fees almost tripled without our knowledge.
When we spoke to the authorities about helping us to make
arrangements, we encountered opposition.
To make a long story short, I left England again, due to
Immigration laws.
However, on my
fourth departure from a country that I so desperately wanted to be a
part of, I departed with one of London’s most loveable bachelors.
We have a young son, and now live in the San Francisco Bay Area
(2010) Perhaps, one day, I
will be allowed to become a citizen of England, but I’m not holding my
breath.
This is a True Life
Story as told to Sandy Ingram
