Day 746 Helplessly hoping.

24th August 2019

I still wanted to die. I had let Kelli down, and I still didn’t know what to do.

I was given a sheet of paper with the formal application denial written down.

It said that I could re-apply, so that was an option.

I painstakingly completed another application and logged it on the system. The closest interview date was 15th October at 10.00am.

This was another blow, making me and Kelli sicker than we already were.

The rest of the day was filled with searches and reading of all of the procedures. I learned of the seriousness of visa fraud and how if I had continued with it, and was found out, I could have been barred from entering the US for ever. At least I knew what I couldn’t do.

I felt bad all day, I had less than five hours sleep, and I wasn’t hungry.

Fortunately Kelli had gone on to Facebook asking if anyone could help and give us advice of what to do next.

She had a response from a friend who works for an immigration attorney, and would find out more on Monday.

In the meantime I had set in motion the new application process.

Kelli wanted to pursue the immigration visa as that was more secure and would eventually lead to full residency.

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