FutureMrs

OLee... Thank you for responding. I had my son young. I will be 44 in a few months. It makes sense not to worry so much because we are early and mid-40s. Like you, not to put down in a younger people, but I can see why they would allow him through easier because he's not a young whippersnapper anymore like we used to be and, yes, we have a true, honest, real love for one another. There is nothing to hide, and he was content to live in the UK for the rest of his life until we "met." He wasn't looking to come to America.
I'm so old now that using the term "boyfriend," doesn't sound apropos. I use it, but it sounds strange. His father calls me his "lady friend." Believe it or not, I would prefer that term. I guess I guess am old-fashioned, too. I don't know another term to use for him. I call him "my Martinus," but I highly doubt at the POE that they would understand that ha ha. He, in turn, has various names for me My crazy American girlfriend, my Empress, and my Mad Hatter. There's a lot of story behind all of those names, very cute stories.
I will put a picture below of me holding the poem that he wrote in his book for me entitled "My Mad Hatter." I can't read it often because I cry because of the meaning behind the words. I will add a couple other pictures, so people here can get an idea of me.
It's good to read your story. I'm glad you were able to drive in the US and found it much easier. I relate to your story about how you came over and told them you were visiting Mr. name, last name. The first time I sent a package to him, it was addressed to Mr. and then his name.