I just came home from the army(honorable discharge). Started to go to college to be in the medical field. I was planning later to continue towards being a doctor Internal medicine. I had a nice house, race car. I am Very educated so why would I give him a second look?
This group of girls wanted to send me in to make him pay for their tears. I of course thought that was a joke. I did not have time for silly games. I had to do what I needed. My endeavor was to suceed and reunite with my two kids from my prior marriage. They were with my mother. I had it all the cream and cake.
I was invited to a party at his house with all of our friends got so toasted could not walk. Woke up the next morning next to him he had been such a gentle man. Wow! He watched over me, so there his chance started.
He is from Costa Rica so the way he moved his hips danced his way into my heart.
He was every desire and wrong my mother warned me of. Who cared I was in love. Then I found out after he was arrested that he was in the states on an expired visa.
I completed the first 2 years of Biology, Phlebotomy, Chemistry, general education, Ect. I had a 3.77 GPA. I was an honor student.
I should of let him go then, but I didn't I couldn't.
While he was in jail awaiting release, I was involved in a head on collision a drunk driver hit me fast and on a one way street. I suffered a severe head injury, stubborn me did not need a hospital>: A few days after the accident I suffered a grand mal seizure that put me in a comma for three days. Most of my math skills and memory affected greatly( I still suffer from this).I kept having them so I was diagnosed with head trauma induced epilepsy.
He then became abusive physically and mentally abusive to the point where he almost killed me one to many times. He always thought I was f***ing everyone. I just wanted him to know from my soul to his I was faithful and deeply in love with him. I paused my whole life gave up everything. Then I became pregnant.......
Immigration came and said he has to leave or be deported. I went to Costa Rica first 4 months pregnant.
He came a month later.
It went from worse to my fears to wondering am I going to wake up tomorrow.
I was a high risk pregnancy, epileptic, diabetic and without insulin or food. I think I was held in the back of the garage in this homemade so called apartment, my place for the whole pregnancy. It was only a toilet and sink in these walls made of sheet rock. I was lucky because the neighbors would stick me food through a crack in the wall. Police would come when I was covered in blood and walk away.... Because according to the family I was hitting him too and I was very jealous and that I don’t let him to visit his mom. I could not speak Spanish! I was defenseless. Wtf!!! I found out later on the police can be paid to turn around and walk away, so corrupt. I was not shocked to find out his step father served the police force for 20 years go figure. Just my luck also he had family in the Costa Rican FBI known here as the O.I.J.
On April 30, 1996 I had survived so much. I gave birth in a public hospital The public hospital left me alone In a room un monitored. I was screaming a lot for assistance. It would seem the more I screamed, they less they would peek their heads in. It wasn’t until an orderly came to mop he saw my babies head crowning. Then a crew rushed in. A woman pushed my babies head back into my body and held it there as they rushed me to a closed room. At first my boy not breathing, thank god he was able to breathe after a few minutes. He was white with blue eyes that change to green.
So of course I had no idea father's name gets on the birth certificate no matter what.
Guess what I was doomed to be stuck in Costa Rica without my family or my two other kids.
I was forced into marriage: I did not even now I was married till year later. Since I had never divorced my 1st husband wow I was in it deep. He used that to threaten me all the time. He would say do you know it is illegal to be married to two men at the same time? Bigamy it what that is called you can go to jail, my dear, so be good and I will forget that. I went back to work only after I had my angel 2 weeks. I could get better pay then him because I have perfect English language. He always took all my checks before, then I got free of working with him.
My whole life was survival to the next breath.
Now many years later I am still stuck here in Costa Rica and cannot leave. I am divorcing him now that my other divorce was finalized as well but I have no rights and I have to worry when he will kidnap my son again or try to kill me. I cannot leave unless he gives me a permanent power of attorney to take a minor child out of the country. I cannot believe it I am only aloud to have a restraining order and that paper is supposed to be magical or something. I cannot tell! He does what he wants. I am in such a depression because I just want to go home. I have tried everything so has my family. I just have to accept my fate. I am stuck here till my son is 18 years old. I don't know even if I will make it that long I fear for my life every moment...... Please never leave your country for love. My children don't know each other. My first born daughter turns 13 years old this year. My second born son turns 10 years old this year. He has type 1 Diabetes, he fighting that without my love. I don't have residency here so I have a hard time keeping a job. I do have some assets to sell but that has been a struggle as well. Minor is always stealing them for pawning or selling or for destroying. I have to respond when he has accidents only god knows how dearly I have paid from his car accidents.I had tried to show him that I really loved him with even giving him access to my accounts and cars houses ect he drained me dry and put me in a lot of debt. I am just only after now starting to recover some what. The embassy can't do a thing. They have tried. The fact remains his influences hard at work and I fear what is next. I wish to go home before my son’s passport expires. I need help because it is hard to legally and financially to go home. If anyone can help or knows what to do, please contact me at justice700hpr@yahoo.com. I am out of ideas.
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