Novembro

luv u guys

If you're not ready to get married then don't get married. There is no pretend marriage just to be together, it is all very real and will be very real. You really will be married.
If you are ready, then go ahead.
If you are not sure, then wait a while and you will soon have your answer.
Look into getting a job in the UK at a multinational that could transfer you to the US. Those visas (L1) are not capped and you can get them fast.
I think if you got a H1B job and then they just didn't file it in time then you are doing pretty well.

~~general immigration from IR1/CR1 process and procedures as OP isn't sure they want a spousal or K1 visa, and is looking for alternatives to a family visa~~



We married sooner than we would have if immigration (either to Canada or to the USA) wasn't an issue, but I wanted to marry my husband as it was. I knew before he asked me to marry him that he was the one I wanted forever in my life. That's why I said yes. I wanted him to be in my life, however necessary. I would have liked to go the route of living together and then getting married, but I wasn't about to let him get away, and he wasn't about to let me get away either. Being together was more important than either where we lived, how much money we made, or who else felt it was important. My brother stopped talking to me the day we filed for me to move to the USA because he didn't agree with our decision. Other family members have yelled and gotten angry. I've explained where we were coming from and then told them that the decision was ours, no one else's, and we did not need to explain ourselves to anyone. No one needs to know our private conversations on how we reach OUR decisions. As long as other people control your lives, and you let them, there is no future for you as a couple. My husband is my rock and I am his. He is my best friend and I am his. We go through this world together, side by side.
If your girlfriend doesn't want to marry you, then a long distance relationship, or finding a work visa, is the best you're going to get. IMHO, I'd find someone new, knowing someone didn't want to marry me. Especially if it was because their family had decided they didn't like it. My family didn't tell me what to do, this is my life. I wouldn't want a spouse who couldn't stand on their own two feet or stand up for me. But that's me.

Thanks Niki, I don't know why I can never remember that!
Going to make these for the munchkin!!

I'll be right over...TOMORROW!

I'll be right over...TOMORROW!

Drink, eat, and blow things up.

There's still room on the Hate Train.
ALL ABOARD!

Remember to give him a fake address! Maybe somewhere remote in the Southern states...
The last thing you need is working your ### off in 2 jobs and coming back to the apartment full of pizza boxes, dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, dirty clothes lying all over the rooms and a dumbass living ornament parking himself in front of computer all day long not contributing anything.
Oh the buggy thingy

Yo, Kay-Bonette!
Report them avatars.
Minor rant: Was nicely preparing to leave work (till Monday) when got an irritating project dumped with only MANY minutes before I was to go. Managed to get it done in only Many minutes, but 'twas discombobulating and not conducive to pre-tripping, no man.
As a result, didn't have a prayer of a nap, no zzz man. Lacked energy to pack for trip. Did dish the warsher with tail-end stuff, and got it started before the late news, but haven't de-dished it yet, si and si and no man.
Cannot pack efficiently or quietly given dark bedroom, no see man.
There will be mucho to do during morrow's morn, sigh man. Meanwhile, cat prep zzz c u Saturday man (Many days from now). To keep up: Mornin' and mornin' and mornin', Commie-babes!

There's still room on the Hate Train.
ALL ABOARD!

Congrats, kit! That's amazing. And quick, too!

Also, I got off work. Went to the gym, walked the nobheads, and am sitting down with a glass of wine while the laundry whooshes around.

There's still room on the Hate Train.
ALL ABOARD!

I'm been annoyed to the max with everything. I hate many things today.
On a good note little guy is doing good after getting his shots, he 14 lbs 9 oz, and 25 1/2 inches long.

My life, apparently, was rented. The repo man showed up yesterday. Now void of a life, I throw myself into gardening for the nonce.

He cannot marry someone else after arriving on a K1 and stay. You can report him to USCIS and ICE for visa fraud if you choose. Or you can forget him and move on with your life, thankful that you did not marry him or apply for his adjustment of status. I suggest unfriending or blocking this person on facebook. Getting reminders of things like this is just painful and there's no reason to cause yourself pain.

the fuq is a belfie

And here I am thinking it's got something to do with torture porn.
Kind of sad it isn't, tbh.

Well get to unpacking dontchaknow!

hugs, jada. freedom is at your fingertips, hang in there.

Congrats, kit! That's amazing. And quick, too!

Also, I got off work. Went to the gym, walked the nobheads, and am sitting down with a glass of wine while the laundry whooshes around.

oddly enough had a GF one time with that nickname