Google Led Me Here- Moroccan man

Submitted by B. Davis (United States), Oct 27, 2007 at 23:28

Hello everyone,

I have to chime in here. I had a horrible experience with Moroccan man I married in 1981. I was 21 years old and after dating just a few weeks his sister mentioned that he was going to be deported because he never went to school on his school visa. He and his family pressured me to marry him to protect him. I was falling in love with him and he was so sweet butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

He pushed and pushed for me to get him a green card right away. I was reluctant but did the paperwork. As soon as I did the paperword he started getting more drunk (he was an alcoholic) and coming later and later and sometimes not at all. He wouldn't discuss what was bothering him. I put up with his crap and his crazy sister and he treated me terribly. I wanted to leave but was too embarrassed to admit I made a mistake.

Anyone else go through this? You want to leave but can't? Finally a year or so later he got his green card and guess what? He stopped spending time with me, came home drunk and wouldn't share my bed. We went to Florida for a belated honeymoon and he got mad one day and left me on the beach for six hours with no sunscreen, no bathroom and no water. I sat there crying until he came back hours later. I had second degree burns all over my body and he never said he was sorry.

Things went downhill until one night he came home and started pulling blankets off our bed so he could sleep on the couch. He woke me up so I asked what was wrong and he told me that a friend of his had seen me at a bar earlier that night with a man. This was not unusual. Sometimes after a long day some of the staff would invite clients that were in town and take them out for dinner or a drink. My husband claimed I was cheating on him, he wouldn't talk to my boss or my co-workers so they could backup my story and while I was getting my hair done the next morning he woke up and moved out.

The irony is that this man worked in a restaurant and stayed after closing to drink with his male and female colleagues. I never said a word about it. I did it that night (and I'd done it before with my husband's blessing.) He kept telling me and everyone else that I was cheating on him. No one believed him thankfully but he held onto that story with an iron grip and eventually tried to get me to sign the divorce paperwork by declaring that we could get back together and start over.

Thankfully I did not cooperate and when he later married a Moroccan woman he could not get her a green card because we did not live together for a full two years. He had the balls to call me and ask me to tell the INS that we divorced and it was my fault. I screamed at him. The INS sent the paperwork and I told them exactly what happened.

Twenty-six years and I still grieve and I'm still angry and I'm mad at myself. Moroccan men (and I knew many) are by and large liars and frauds. When you see one run in the other direction.

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