You know, when I decided to get married and go to India to search for a nice, traditional girl from a village, I was looking so forward to beginning this great new marriage life. I had these dreams and visions of having kids one day, and become a proud father, but all of those dreams have now been shattered.
I married a girl back in India, and it took just some months to bring her here to Canada. I remember going to work and bringing a briefcase along with me, so that I can work on my spousal sponsorship application after regular hours. All I could do was think about making the whole application perfect, so that my wife didn't need to be interviewed, and that she can come join me and my family in Canada. I must've stayed up until 10 or 11 PM at work for many, many weeks, to ensure that everything is done perfectly. I finally submitted my application, and after seven months of being separated from my soul mate, we were once again united and together.
Little did I know, what was to come on the very first day in Canada. When she had arrived, I was surprised that my wife didn't even react to our reunion. I had thoughts that perhaps she was tired, so no big deal. I had given her flowers, but she didn't seem too pleased. On my drive home, we talked about how the plane ride, food, immigration dealings, etc. Then came the surprise of my life. While I am driving, my 'wife' told me that she's very serious now, and then she started to tell me that she didn't love me, only came because of her parents, and that she was going to leave me in a couple of months. This was one of the biggest days in my whole life and I was so excited, and when I heard her say all those things, tears began to come out of my eyes. I didn't know what prompted her to say these things to me. I had thought that I must have said or done something for her to make those remarks. She, later, threw her flowers away in the back seat, and I didn't know what the hell was going on. She continued this way in the upcoming days, and refused to engage with me socially, and did not sleep in the same bed as me. Nothing was making any sense, and later, I had discovered that she had a lover back in India, to whom she wanted to sponsor him to Canada. She had used me for immigration, and left me soon afterwards. If things weren't bad enough, she began to accuse me of assaulting her, and thing just turned worse and worse. It is so painful to talk about, such that it is not even worth mentioning.
All this time, this so-called wife, only used me for marriage convenience to come to Canada. It is one of the worst deceitful experiences a person could ever experience. It would have been better if she had told me the truth at the airport. I would have just bought her a gun, so that she could have just shot me in the heart. I put trust in her and gave her my life. This woman turned out to be worse than the Indian girls here in Canada. Who would have thought that someone would have gone so far to come here to Canada? I never knew a person and/or their families were capable of doing such an inhuman act.
I live my life, only because God gave me enough strength and courage to continue on with my life daily. I don't feel like eating sometimes, but for my family's happiness, I eat regularly, and sometimes I feel as if God himself is feeding me, as I just do not have the energy within me. I can't even keep my head up. It is not always easy. There are days where I just sit and think like a crazy man, about everything that has happened, and start to wonder. On a daily basis, I listen to my marriage song, and listen to it continuously. Regardless of all the things that this woman has done to me, I still can not forget her. All I know is that a person, who has done this, should not stay here in Canada. I have tried my best to inquire Immigration Canada of my situation, however instead of getting support, they kept notifying that I am responsible for the 3-year undertaking, regardless of the marital breakdown in the relationship. I have notified numerously that it was not a marital breakdown, but they continue to play the game. It is really frustrating that my own government does not support me.
I feel betrayed by my country, which has left me hanging. How sad is it when your own government says that there is nothing that they can do. I feel that I was destined to have certain people in my life that cared and supported me. My few close friends were there for me. My co-workers in my area were there for me. When my wife was coming to Canada, many of my co-workers knew that my wife was coming. When I was absent during the week that she had arrived, I was receiving e-mails from co-workers and they knew something was wrong. The following week, I had to tell the co-workers in my area, in shame, about what had happened. They understood the seriousness of the matter, and kept everything confidential, as I had requested. Many of my co-workers, outside of my area, were always trying to get information, and I do know that a few people, outside of my area, knew about what happened, and may have spread further rumors. For the most part, my co-workers were all understanding and provided support that most people wouldn't. I did have some people to whom I had known, who knew all that I had gone through, still contacted me regularly to help them with their own issues. Even as a handicapped man with a broken heart, God is so great for giving me the strength to help them as much as possible, and do all the other things in life.
I am not like most victims. I have faith in God, and I know, deep in my heart, that wherever there is truth, there is God. Everything in life happens for a reason. I accept the fate that has been written for me, and what goes around, comes around. There is no reason for me to question whether justice will be served. Justice will always be served - whether it will be in this life time or another.
