QUOTE(moody @ Oct 17 2007, 09:34 AM)

OMG

This is funny to me because I once dated an Iraqi (for a short time) who told me he was Greek when we met. He thought I wouldn't want to date him if I knew he was Iraqi. He pulled it off for awhile because #1 He looked Greek and #2 He lived in Greece for three years and could speak the language fluently. I found out the truth when I met the parents. Good times....
QUOTE(wahrania @ Oct 17 2007, 07:27 AM)

QUOTE(chaishai @ Oct 17 2007, 07:01 AM)

After that whole experience (the guns/ss cards) I would be REALLY scared to marry someone from MENA again! Did it take you a long time to be able to trust again and go through the process to bring someone over?
The whole pretending to be Greek all the time was the funniest part . I lived in Greece in 1985 so that was kind of really funny for me.....He told me he was from Ramallah.. I actually felt sorry for him because I thought at the time he must feel really bad about himself to lie like that. He even had like stickers with greek flags and had a whole story. He never used it with me but there are still girls that think they were dating a greek guy. I talked to one and she told me he said he was an orphan from Greece. Well to come to think of it, I know a moroccan guy who tells girls that he is a professional Italian soccer player. Oh well...
Well..he was a beautiful charasmatic man and had a lot of desirable qualities and I think we were really in love at many parts of our relationship. I look back at pictures from years ago and cry a little because if he had not been constantly unfaithful with random women he met at work and had more self esteem, I think things would have been alot different. I learned alot from him.
When I caught him was when our world unraveled. Then I searched his car while he was sleeping ( yes not real ethical) I found so many things that freaked me out that I was unable to calm down. Then the whole asylum thing ( came to a head when the feds showed up at my door) I mean the whole trade in fake social security cards and fake papers was pretty common 7 years ago before 9 11. To this day I hear about illegals I have known through the year getting picked up with fake passports..
I had never dated or known anyone from outside of our country at this point ( we are talking 7 years ago) His childhood was so rough growing up in the camps. I supported and loved him. I remember one time I was throwing out moldy bread and he took it from the trash and started eating it and yelled at me. So many parts of me still love him. But his friends were so creepy. They were all involved in crime in one way or another and I think that did not help. Poverty and a hard childhood can do things to people. All his teeth were so rotten and he had gotten them capped in the US. There were so many truly sad things about him. When I made him leave, I packed his suitcase and washed all his clothes and made him food and gave him bedding and cried and cried. He tried about a million times to come back and apologise but after all the other women, the lies, the crime and the beatings it became unbearable. Sometimes people carry things they never get over.
I remember listening to ENTA OUMRI and sitting on my sofa and weeping. Do you know what weeping is? Its when the tears dont stop for hours and you really are not crying. You just love so hard and so much. I remember ramadan with him. I remember him telling me put your finger in my coffee bb, you are so sweet. I remember all the times he did things right. I still do this day GRIEVE for him and its been years. I felt so much empathy for him. To this day. I cannot look at his pictures.
My new relationship and every other relationship has suffered because of what this man did to me. I was so innocent at this point.. I never realised how much. I know he loved me the best he could... Even when I got a permanent restraining order against him ,he would have a palestinian call me to see what I was doing. Who I was with. I just got another piece of mail from a traffic court for him. He is still using my address years later. We had everything going for us. Similar ages. Similar education. We were a beautiful couple...just beautiful... He tore us completely apart. I lost part of myself and he remains a very dark chapter for me. I resent the criminals he hung around from his country. I resent him for tearing our lives apart because he could not be faithful. Every time he would cheat , I would get presents. Just so many things.
I would never date or hang around or even befriend someone from palestine because of what I endured. Not because they are bad people. Anything that remotely evokes his country, the songs or the food brings me searing pain. To this day, I will not eat the food from this part of the world ( I got very good at cooking it) or listen to any Egyptian music ( his favorite) He wounded me. I know sometimes he drives by my house and looks for me. I know he keeps tabs on me to this day. It was really the darkest years of my life loving someone so much and watching them tear their life apart. I remember finding pot in his pockets and fighting him to throw it away.. I loved him so much .. I was the first person to go to disney world with him. I was his first best friend in the US. It was so sad what happened to us... And to this day, I cherish every minute I spent with him.. But I had to leave him or it would have been the end of my life.... The final straw was when I found my mortgage statement in his glove compartment. He had consulted an attorney to try to get equity from my house. After that I was able to do what I had to do to leave him
He always used to say to me LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS GOOD . When he woke up in his new apartment with no one to take his clothes to the cleaners or hug and console him, he found that out
To me there are so many red flags
Spousal abuse
Unwillingness to have a baby
Friends who dont talk to you
Other womens numbers in their cell
I know from my own experience that age is not always an indicator. We were exact in age and looks, both attractive.