A simplified timeline if anyone is interested.
We meet online in a chat channel on WinMX after Kazaa got shutdown, while downloading mp3s I compliment here on factually correcting a fellow chatter who posted crap.
We totally clicked on every single detail we shared, it was refreshing to find someone who agreed with me on my logical and realistically cynical view of life. I had never met someone who understood me so completely before and did not dismiss me as a kook.
We talk online and click hard, eventually she reveals she is female and eventually she is black, she had experiences where she revealed she was female only to be harassed for tit pics and black before to people online only for them to laugh and stop talking to her with a nasty comment. She found it shocking I was not only cool with it, I was amazed to find she was a woman.
Years of daily pc2phone(an early voip program you entered each others IP in) pics and webcam. She not only clicked with me in personality but in physical attractiveness.
Met in person for three months and everything was wonderful, her mom was nicer to me and was a nicer person than my own mom. I returned to the USA with the mutual plan to apply for PR for her.
Her mom had a stroke with no typical symptoms(unknown to her mom or anyone until shortly before she died and had an MRI done) and her mom had to quit her job, and my wife quit her job to help care for her. They both spent a lot of money and effort going to private doctors because the public health system was a waste of time and diagosed her mom with HIV despite her test being negative. Expensive private doctors also seized on HIV due to her mom’s address, despite at least six negative tests. Her mom kept degrading in condition and my wife was her caregiver(the part of her brain that controlled swallowing among others was necrotic from the stroke) and without feeling any resentment I came back and got permanent residency.
We got along fine, then her mom died. She went understandably crazy with grief, before she died her mom had a cascade of health problems including shingles that had her thrown out of the public hospital(they treat chicken pox or shingles here like ebola). In the months after I do my best to be there for her but we have our first arguments. I mention going back to the USA together but get shut down hard.
Eventually my wife gets over her moms death, our relationship is fine for years and I have some of the happiest years of my life. Local attitudes are a source of nothing but humor for us.
2010 my wife decides she wants a baby, I go along to make her happy and she gets pregnant almost instantly from unsafe sex. We find a private OB because the public health system doesn’'t do ultrasounds.
Due date approaching my wife gets preclampsia so bad her BP is through the roof and she wakes up blind and in tears because she is an active member of a USA based preg message board and thinks this means early C section and our son could die. She INSISTS on going to the public hospital because all her family and friends have told her StClair private is a scam and they just send you back to the public hospital. She is boofed up about going to a private OB and encouters various nonsense and lies and bullshit and refusal to operate and medical pros indifferent to her life, I go and threaten to forcibly remove her to StClair and she eventually goes with me willingly. She has a consequece free C section and she is fine and alive and so is our son who weighs 4.5 pounds. We leave there and I nurse her and our son and I am relieved and stressed.
2 years later and I know my son is not meeting milestones but is physically healthy and I almost subconciouslly understand him, he reminds me of me at a young age. We do research because the best private ped in the country is perplexed, we realize he is probably autistic, and I was probably diagosed with autism as a young child but my parents hid it from me and just abused me. I always cosidered myself weird, but did not dwell on the fact I was mostly non-verbal pre age 6 as an adult.
Age 3 and on, everything kind of started being a struggle and argument and my wife started getting depressed where before she was obsessed with being public and sort of a social change and tolerance warrior with our son due to negative opinions by others on the fact he was white or mixed race, when the non-verbal autism thing finally sunk in for her she seemed to sink into depression and seemed defeated. She disengaged and I stepped up because I did’t give a rats behind about the ignorant opinions of the local populace and now we are here.
I refuse to change how I treat my son and I dislike the distance between us.