Our personalities change from the effects of a failed marriage with a fraudulent foreign spouse. When we first met them we were different people. We knew our system had flaws but we trusted it for the most part. With those we fell in love with we trusted them more. We trusted them with our dreams. The dreams of the pleasure of sharing and exploring with them an all new wonderful life. It was ours together a second chance and a chance to do it right. Surely they would see it that way. Our heads went into the clouds. But the realities of a marriage to someone who didn't share our dreams and had an agenda that was different from our own darkened those clouds. Suddenly with a start we woke up. For some of us it was that moment from a staged 911 incident when the cold steel of handcuffs was felt and we were being lead away. For some of us it was seeing for the first time the web page of our spouse being active on a dating site. For some of us it was the day after our second anniversary and we were staring at our spouse's set of packed bags and a taxi waiting outside. At that point we lost all consciousness to the big picture of our lives. We slipped into our nightmare of divorce attorneys, the indifferent USCIS, arresting police officers, prosecutors, shelter workers, restraining orders, treacherous friends of our spouse, I-360s and all their meaning, "I told you so" friends and family and the suspicions of neighbors and most everyone else. Those suspicions of people who use tired old cliche reasoning of:
"There are two side of every story"
"Where there is smoke there must be fire"
"You never know what goes on behind closed doors"
They made us sick and we wanted to yell at them for their lack of understanding.
After all the above happens something changes in us.
We lose all naivety.
We question the motives of everyone.
We question ourselves.
We become numb.
or overly sensitive.
For some it develops into deep deep sadness.
For others it's a feeling of being mean and angry.
"I'll wear my scarlet letter "A" for abuser just leave me alone!"
A tough hide develops.
But not tough enough.
It's the new you as in...
Alice Cooper's "No More Mr. Nice Guy"
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Till they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm feelin' mean
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm feelin' real shot down
And I'm gettin' mean
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eye
Mom's been thrown out of the social circles
And dad has to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose
the Reverend Smithy
He recognized me
and punched me in the nose
He said, no more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
He said you're sick, you're obscene
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZnhuOEUFXA
There is truth in the saying: "That which doesn't kill you makes you stronger".
No need to let this darken you and your outlook on life.
Direct that new strength into being a stronger version of the old you.
Someday you will look back at all this and laugh.
Then you will know you made it through it and ready for your third chance to do it right.
Maxx