Why - 05.11.13 in Your Face

  • Nov. 5, 2013, 1:44 a.m.
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I became his friend online because he had a weird sense of humour. He was a shoulder to cry on and a companion. He let me have a small glimpse into his ultra-private life and we started to realise how much we had in common.

I decided to go to America to try a relationship with him because I had fallen in love. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Luckily, he felt the same way and it was incredible.

I chose to marry M, and he chose me. We had discussed it early on in the relationship, and while neither of us were keen on the institution of marriage, we were keen to spend the rest of our lives together, and if a formal commitment was required, then so be it.

I did not choose to come back to Australia. M chose to follow me because we could not be apart.

I did not wish to stay in Australia this long, nor did M. But life got in the way until last August, when we decided to just go. We started to plan, figure out how we would do it, where we would live, when to leave, how to get the dog there.

There have been plenty of snags, extra costs and problems we hadn't anticipated. We are getting closer. M and the dog are back in the US. I am waiting on M to have been in a job for over a month before I can get my visa.

Yes, we are fighting. No, it probably won't resolve soon, for several reasons. But I will continue to wait, and to love him while I wait. Neither of us chose our current circumstances, we have some control, and I acknowledge that neither of us are handling this well. We chose each other. Each of us had potential suitors that we turned away for the opportunity to have this relationship.

I chose someone who wants the same things out of life that I do, and who is at the same stage of life as me, despite the age difference. I chose my life companion, someone that I find attractive and satisfying.

That is why I don't give up. Times are tough, but they're not forever. I would go to the ends of the earth to fight for him, to fight for this.


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