Why I can't have children

Before I scare my family members half to death, there's nothing wrong with me. At least we haven't tried to have children yet because we're waiting to get married in December and looking to buy a house in the next year or two first.

But if there was, that's not something I'd want people to avoid talking to me about. Men, and especially women, should not be ashamed about being sterile. It's definitely heartbreaking for those that want to have kids naturally and can't, and you definitely can't make them feel better by saying, "well, just adopt!" because it's certainly not the same. It ignores the idea that these people feel like they're broken.

I more or less ran off topic. The point of this blog post wasn't supposed to be sterility at all. It was supposed to be about something my fiance said to me the other day and it really got me thinking.

I really admire my grandmother. Every time I visit her house, she always has beautiful flowers around her house. She really does have a green thumb with plants and it really enhances the exterior of their home.

I thought I had a black thumb. I tried keeping two of those ice-cube orchids alive. The first one died the first week. The second one died in two weeks. So I tried with some outdoor plants (my indoor plants are limited because I have a stupid cat that eats all of my plants at least once). I had some cute lilies. They bloomed after a week or two and then faded. I cut them and they seemed healthy. I think they're dead now, along with the moss I had next to them. I have some geraniums that are still blooming off and on (those things are the only things I still have alive).

Anyway, John has watched me kill just about every plant I get, and it's not because I have a black thumb. It's because I don't give them enough attention. My biggest flaw is that I work too much. Of course I don't see it as a flaw because I like my work, I like what I do at work, and so I actually like working a lot. There are some nights where if John doesn't call me when he gets home, I'd stay at work as late as 10pm after being there since 8:30am.

But plants can't survive if they're not taken care of, and if I work all day, sleep, and work all day the next day, the next thing you know, the plants are dead by the end of the week and I scratch my head wondering why. Well, I'm not wondering anymore, because John helped me realize that I need to make time for these plants if I want them to remain alive.

Now obviously this doesn't work exactly the same as children, because children aren't plants and require a lot more work than just being watered and pruned every so often. But I can't have children yet because I haven't yet figured out how to make time for them. And as we all cried to that scene in Adam Sandler's movie, Click... "family comes first."

I don't want a flap for a stomach.

A Lesson on Immigration

One of the hottest topics in today's politics is immigration. More specifically, our people are divided in trying to either keep illegal aliens out of the country, or whether they should be granted citizenship, and I'll tell you something right now; I'm a registered Democrat but my British fiance and I agree with the Republicans on this facet, and here's why.

Everyone is focused on illegals.

Americans are forgetting that legal immigrants are totally a thing. And the fact of the matter is that these legal immigrants that want to join our country, and are trying to go about it the correct way, still have a difficult time, if not more so than an illegal immigrant that just does things anyway and doesn't tell anyone about it.

So let me ask a few questions.

If this person is here illegally, why are they still here? When landlords rent to tenants, they have very specific contracts and there are laws to protect both sides from bullshit, such as sub-renting, and letting your friends live with you without being on the contract. Those people get evicted. So why are we so lenient with illegal immigrants?

If California is giving away free healthcare to illegal immigrants, why can't our legal immigrants or even our own citizens get free healthcare? We're giving them driver's licenses in North Carolina. Fuck, we might be giving them citizenship in the near future. Why are we even giving benefits to illegals at all? That's like telling them it's okay to be illegal!!!

"Hello Ma'dam, I'm glad to see you've successfully evaded the U.S. government for several years now. Here's your citizenship card!"

So what does that say to our legal immigrants? "I'm sorry, you should've sneaked over here if you wanted to be a citizen"??

Just about every single American's knowledge of the immigration system comes from watching The Proposal, which is totally and utterly wrong. When I tell people that I'm getting married to a British guy and that we can't leave the country for our honeymoon because of his current visa status, they always say, "But you're getting married. Doesn't that make him a citizen?"

No. Just no. That's so totally wrong. Now let me tell you why.

My fiance is here on an educational visa. That means it's temporary and he was expected to return to the U.K. when it expires. Because of a very specific set of circumstances, his visa status became subject to a two year home residency clause, which also meant that when his visa expired and he went back, that he couldn't come back to the U.S. for two years, even if he was married with children. Getting married and starting a family has no bearing on his visa status, because his visa is like a contract with the federal government and it specifically states that two year home residency.

Now there is hope for us, and we did successfully get through this, but John applied for a waiver that would essentially remove that two year home residency clause from his visa. It took many months for the Department of State to do its investigation on him and then send their favorable recommendation to the Feds for them to make their decision. Well luckily for us, they decided to give him the waiver. So now the next step is available to us.

After we get married, I can then petition the government to sponsor a green card for John. Yes, I said that correctly. I petition the government to sponsor a green card for John. We don't just submit an application and get it. It is yet another lengthy process. The only thing that movie got right was that they do get interviewed, except that you can totally bring your lawyer with you to the interviews, and that they only interview the couple, not your entire family.

Also, the green card that he gets is only a temporary green card. If we were to divorce within the first two years of our marriage, I could revoke my sponsorship and his green card could get taken away. At the two-year mark, we will have to fill out another form to make his green card permanent. Just so everyone knows, this still does not make him a citizen. For John to become a U.S. citizen, he will need to have a permanent green card, and then go through the naturalization process. It basically ends with a history test on the U.S. Most naturalized citizens know more about our country than the American born citizens.

TL;DR
Getting married does not make my alien fiance into a U.S. citizen. It takes years of submitting forms to the government. And apparently we're okay with granting illegal immigrants citizenship for evading the government for five years.

Honestly, the only scenario in which I have any empathy for an illegal immigrant is one with which had no choice in the matter. And by that, I mean a child that was brought over. We should protect those children as they grow up, because they've grown up with Americans, believing that they too are Americans. That doesn't excuse the friends or family that brought them over, but not everyone is equal.

Dear Childhood Best Friend

We haven't seen each other in a very long time, and I've found myself thinking about you this past week. You moved very far away a few years ago, and I figured it was time I finally wrote to you.

You broke my heart. Not once. Not twice. Multiple times. You kept doing it and seemingly without remorse. You grew up and became a psychopath and I hope you're living a miserable life.

But I still miss you.

Not the you you are now. I miss the you I knew when we were kids. You were tons of fun. I still remember when and where we met.

I had just moved to the area and was riding a new bus. I got on for the first time, and I saw this mousy brunette sitting in the middle. There were some bitchy girls in the back and few other kids speckled around. I sat across the aisle from you. You were very quiet. Didn't look at me at all. Just read your book. So I just kept to my own business and looked out the window. The bus was almost never packed.

It would seem like you brought something new with you on the bus every day. First it was Beanie Babies. I had a pretty good collection on my own, but you had some I've never seen before. Other times, you brought these really cool animal robot toys. I saw you had this one like a lion, so I finally spoke up.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's a Zoid," you responded.

"That's cool. What does it do?"

"It fights other Zoids. This is Liger Zero X."

And so our friendship began. I started asking my mum to buy me Zoids when we went to Walmart, but my collection was never as big as yours. It didn't matter, we shared them and made up our own stories.

We learned about our other interests like drawing, and eventually discovered anime together. We could never pass by Walden's book store in the mall without going in to look at the manga rack to see if the newest book of favorite series' were there.

Some of my favorite memories include buying random fabrics from JoAnne's and running around the woods by our houses, playing pretend. We were queens of the various animal kingdoms. We were warrior princesses of an anthropomorphic fox species. We were super saiyans. I was Sailor Jupiter and you were Sailor Uranus. We both crushed on Legolas and Aragorn, son of Arathorn.

I brought you to all of my family functions. You met my cousins, and she's just as quirky as us, so we had loads of more fun making music videos. We were so close, we promised each other that we would all be each other's Maid of Honor when we got married.

We had wondrous adventures together, but it came to an abrupt halt when we started dating boys.

I wasn't mature enough to really care. I thought boyfriends were just friends that were boys. I got a boyfriend before you, but I still made time to hang out with everyone because that's how I was. You turned into something different when you got a boyfriend.

You started to ignore me. You essentially forgot about me. Then you actively avoided me. It really sucked. It tore me up because you were my best friend. I shared all my secrets with you. When something shitty happened, you weren't there for me. I needed you.

When your boyfriend dumped you and you remembered that I existed, I forgave you. I missed you. I was excited that things were going back to the way they were before. But it didn't last long. You turned into a serial dater. You forgot about me every time you had a new boyfriend, and every time, it broke me down just a little bit more.

I moved away for college and lived in my dorm in the city for a year. We barely saw each other. I had hoped you had changed because I asked you to come be my roommate in the city for our first apartment. You did. We had some fun, but it quickly deteriorated. I started to learn you weren't who I thought you were.

Not once did you get a real job when we lived together. Your job as a stripper paid well. Too well. In fact, all of your boyfriends were previous clients. You dated a 32 year old man (we were still only 19 and 20 at the time). You dated a computer savvy college student (probably your best yet). And you didn't come home a lot. Almost ever. Our apartment was more like a storage space for your shit while you slept at mens' places. I'm sorry, clients. Sure, you weren't the stereotypical stripper that got addicted to drugs. But you were the stripper that dated clients and allowed them to pay you under the table for going on dates with them like an escort. I never asked if those packages included sex because it just wasn't my business and honestly, I didn't want to know.

The biggest blow to my heart is when you started visiting my cousin without me. I thought we were best friends, only to feel betrayed when you two started hanging out behind my back. It's not like she was a short drive away. It required a lot of planning to visit each other because she lived four hours away. It also sucked because my cousin never visited me when we lived together, but she visited you after we got our own, separate apartments. She visited me for the first time just last October, and I've been living in this city since 2009.

Regardless, you chipped away at my trust in you. You're the reason why I can't stand you now.

Since we've parted ways, my cousin got married. You couldn't even be bothered to attend her wedding when she asked you to be her Maid of Honor because you'd rather take your shirt off at your job. It's okay, I attended but didn't get to be her MOH either. I'm not even mad about that. I'm mad because you blew her off.

Now I'm about to get married, and my cousin will be in my bridal party, but you won't. And that makes me happy. You moved to the Virgin Islands to live with a guy you met online when you were 15. I hope you make each other miserable. You are such a despicable person, you had the gall to accuse someone I love of raping you because you needed to pull the "victim" card to keep your relationship with that weirdo together.

You're a liar. You're a heart-breaker. You're a disgusting human being and I hope you get what you deserve, because I certainly am.

Cheers.