I Wrote a Letter
Dear Husband,
A lot of people judge us all the time because we are young, and interracial, and we chose a life that is far from what others have. But amongst the blessed things we have, there is our new house built under a mountain and a dog that we consider our child.
These past few months were hard. You had to say goodbye to your family abroad, and move into my 2nd world country. You had to pack all your belongings and adjust yourself to my culture, language, weather and the population. I am sorry that sometimes you are misunderstood here. I am.sorry that not a lot of people will understand you, and sometimes you feel alone. Yet, you chose to be with me and have this life.
It is hard to see you get sick all time. Maybe it is the weather here or the food that your body is reacting to, but nevertheless you have been sick every month. From viruses to common diseases, we have seen a dermatologist, dentist, ortho, endocologist, general doctor, and we have even been into the ER twice. I fear that this place is too much for you, but we are still trying to see how it goes. Whenever you are sick, I feel so miserable and angry. Angry that such a kind person like you would be picked to suffer this way and miserable because I wish for you to be strong: for me, for our future, for our plans. Sometimes I unintentionally get angry at you for this, but I know that this is not your ault to be sick.
However, sometimes I really need you and want to be taken care of myself. Worrying for you makes me feel I am useless and I cannot do anything but wait and hope. I wish your body becomes stronger. I hope we can create a life here, or else we will have to move to your country and that will require us being separated for 3 years first bec of paperworks and govt. Bureacracy.
In the end,I am your best friend and lover. I am your wife, and I will do everything for you. I want you to be happy and healthy. I want you to be okay. Please get well soon, and hopefully this sickness will end.
A lot of people judge us all the time because we are young, and interracial, and we chose a life that is far from what others have. But amongst the blessed things we have, there is our new house built under a mountain and a dog that we consider our child.
These past few months were hard. You had to say goodbye to your family abroad, and move into my 2nd world country. You had to pack all your belongings and adjust yourself to my culture, language, weather and the population. I am sorry that sometimes you are misunderstood here. I am.sorry that not a lot of people will understand you, and sometimes you feel alone. Yet, you chose to be with me and have this life.
It is hard to see you get sick all time. Maybe it is the weather here or the food that your body is reacting to, but nevertheless you have been sick every month. From viruses to common diseases, we have seen a dermatologist, dentist, ortho, endocologist, general doctor, and we have even been into the ER twice. I fear that this place is too much for you, but we are still trying to see how it goes. Whenever you are sick, I feel so miserable and angry. Angry that such a kind person like you would be picked to suffer this way and miserable because I wish for you to be strong: for me, for our future, for our plans. Sometimes I unintentionally get angry at you for this, but I know that this is not your ault to be sick.
However, sometimes I really need you and want to be taken care of myself. Worrying for you makes me feel I am useless and I cannot do anything but wait and hope. I wish your body becomes stronger. I hope we can create a life here, or else we will have to move to your country and that will require us being separated for 3 years first bec of paperworks and govt. Bureacracy.
In the end,I am your best friend and lover. I am your wife, and I will do everything for you. I want you to be happy and healthy. I want you to be okay. Please get well soon, and hopefully this sickness will end.
