It's Me, Sara Louise

You know how annoying spouses can be? Like whether we (I’m saying ‘we’ because Lord knows I’m guilty too) intend to or not, we can annoy the c to the rap out of our significant others. For instance, take that photo up there, Gregory is clearly annoying the bejeezus out of me. I mean look at my face for heaven sake… ANNOYED!

But seriously, as annoyed as I am in that photo, I would give my left arm to have Gregory here annoying me right now. It’s been three months since I’ve seen him, almost four months since Fifty has, and the Green Card process has hit another road block.

Back at the end of July, I sent off what technically should have been the last of the documents (the process is staggered, you don’t get to send off everything all at once, it’s bits at a time) and at the beginning of August, I received an email letting me know that the documents had been received. Unfortunately along with the email came a letter saying that it would be at least 60 business days before the documents would be reviewed. I cannot tell you how crushed we were to find out that it would be October before our case was looked at again.

Fast forward to last week…

On Saturday I received an email telling me that a file with instructions was on its way to us! I got so excited! I thought, “this is it, this it… the interview is happening soon!“

Wrong.

Last Thursday afternoon the instructions arrived in my inbox; the instructions that said that I had to resubmit the forms that I had sent in August because there was a problem with two of the answers I had provided. The next morning I was ready at 6AM to phone the visa center to verify that I was filling out the answers correctly. Miraculously I spoke to a kind lady and after getting the forms sorted again, I had them at the post office by 9 o’clock.

And then yesterday, the road block… I received the receipt of documents email, but once again, the dreaded ’60 days’ letter came with it.

#$@&%*!

60 days! Another effing 60 days! Are you kidding me?! No one should have to get that letter twice.

So this means, that unless our file is magically pulled from the bottom of the pile where it has landed again, we’re spending 120 days essentially waiting on one set of forms to be reviewed.

 #$@&%*!

Consequently, that also means that Gregory will not be here for Thanksgiving, he will not be here for Christmas, we won’t ring in the New Year together, but if I’m lucky, he could make it here for my birthday in the beginning of February.

#$@&%*!

So yeah, this all sucks. We’re in a terrible place of limbo not knowing when our lives together can recommence, and then there’s Fifty, poor, poor Fifty. I don’t even want to know what he thinks about where his daddy has disappeared to, and Gregory is so distraught about missing his dog that he refuses to speak to him on the phone, instead saying things like, “it’s better if he thinks I’m dead.”

To be honest, none of us are handling this well at the moment. The first couple of months were one thing, but getting that second 60 day letter has broken our spirit and that’s why I’m asking you, my friends, to please send every bit of good juju and positive prayers and thoughts our way. Maybe if we try hard enough, we can make some bureaucratic magic happen.