Hard to believe that so many think my life is blog worthy. I mean, I’m a 20 year old, I’m married and have a son. How is that exciting? I guess if you get down to a personal level you’d learn that I’ve been married for two years and been with my husband for only 18 of those 26 months. My husband wasn’t there for the birth of his child nor for the death of someone he felt was a father to him. We’ve been in the immigration process for almost two years and he has been in Mexico for 10 months. When you think about the process, its signs some papers, hand over money, and hope for the best. We did that once. Now we are in this process for the second time. Signs some more papers and shovel out some more money.
We are now in debt and trying to raise a child in two separate countries and in two separate cultures.