chiquitapet
Ideal_Rock
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Thank You szh07 and 4ever for asking me to write about my story. First I thought I was not going to write that much, but then it turned out to be quite a long post, for which I apologize. Admittedly, writing this was also quite therapeutic for me.
I was still in high school when I met DH. He was the most wonderful man I have met, so kind and sweet and loving. I always thought all men were like my father, who was cold, strict and authoritative and rarely said anything nice to anyone when I was growing up. He was usually quite negative towards us children, and strived for us to be perfect, yet we would never be good enough. I was not really allowed to have friends – they were not skinny or beautiful enough, not smart enough, their parents were not good enough etc. I love my father, but looking back I’d call his behaviour ‘emotional abuse’. I believe he thought he was teaching us how to be strong in life and get ahead; however that left me with zero confidence and no self-esteem. My father is a much softer and kinder person now that he’s older, but that’s a different story.
As I was really not allowed to go out much, I fell in love with the Internet as it opened up the world to me. I had lots of ‘internet friends’ from all over the world and one of them was my DH. We emailed each other for about a year and half – he was in Canada, I was in Europe. It was a very innocent friendship, with emails being exchanged maybe 1x per week. He called me once on my birthday on the phone and it was great hearing his voice for the first time. We kept on emailing each other regularly. My family then moved to Australia. I felt more ‘free’ in Australia for some reason. Soon after moving, my then ‘pen pal’ would start calling me more often, until it became a daily routine. We became very close and decided we’d like to meet. I won’t go into details about how I had to sneak out to be on the phone with him etc. It was very difficult. This was for the first time I was lying to my family and I was torn inside, but I was falling in love.
DH came to Australia for 3 weeks and that’s when we ‘met’ for the first time on 16th June 2000. I was 19 and he was 26 then. We felt we knew each other quite well from 18 months of exchanging emails and phone calls. We fell in love instantly and knew we wanted to be together. The next 3 years were very difficult. I was studying in Australia, he was working in Canada. We would see each other for only several weeks every 6 months. But we would spend hours on the phone every day. After several fights with my father, he could see I wasn’t backing down to him for the first time ever and he ‘let me’ continue seeing DH. Sure, it wasn’t easy. He would offer to buy me a Mercedes if I broke up with DH, he would threaten to disown me, he would call me names behind my back because I was dating an Asian boy, etc etc. I was very hurt by my father, but I tried to understand it was difficult for him being so disappointed by his first daughter when he had so much planned for my future. The fact that DH came from a low socio-economic background didn’t help things either, as wealth is probably the one most important thing for my father. If my DH was rich, I’m sure my father wouldn’t have fought our relationship so much.
After 3 years of the long distance between us, DH came to Australia on a 1 year holiday working visa. I was about to finish my first university degree and start medical school. It was bliss seeing each other every day. We would go visit my family regularly on weekends (they live about 1 hour drive away) and everybody started to get along. My family got to know DH the way I did, and saw he was a very sweet and kind man who truly loved me. At the end of DH’s 1 year visa we decided to get married as we couldn’t bear to be separated again. So in September 2004, we got married in a small private wedding in the botanical gardens (which my family attended) and we haven’t been apart for more than several nights since.
I want to say that despite my father being less than supportive to us in the past, since he got to know DH, he has helped us a lot financially. We were struggling for a while as I was studying medicine, which allowed me to work only casually and my DH had difficulty finding a good job here in Australia. My family still makes few comments here and there about DH not being the perfect person they were imagining for me. They now see me as a successful, professional and confident woman who could have ‘done better’. What they don’t see is that my DH made me this woman. I had no confidence or self-esteem when I met him. He was the one who gave me all that.
Thank You for reading. You’ve done well if you made it the whole way

I would love to hear your stories, too.