NRI dream abroad shattered: Visa, homesickness, and a faithless husband.
I’ve officially filed for divorce from my husband, M32. It feels like the final, crushing blow to the entire NRI dream I chased. I told him I’m done, utterly and irrevocably. I moved halfway across the world, leaving my parents, my childhood friends, and the familiar comfort of home, all for *us* and the 'better life' we planned here. Now, standing in this foreign country, thousands of miles from my real support system, I’m confronting not just a broken marriage, but a shattered future.
He thinks we can save it, go back to counselling. Delusional. For over a year, while I quietly battled homesickness, navigated culture shock, and constantly worried about maintaining our visa status, he was with someone else. He continued his affair even when we *were* in counselling – sessions I desperately clung to, hoping to bridge the growing emotional chasm, completely unaware he was actively betraying me. Even after I discovered the truth, caught him red-handed, he *still* kept seeing her.
My solicitor, bless her heart, suggested I see a therapist again. But how can I trust anyone, especially with my emotions, after enduring this profound betrayal in such isolation? The sheer loneliness of this heartbreak in a foreign land, where my immigration status feels like a golden cage, where every friend is a new acquaintance compared to my lifelong bonds back home – it’s a pain I wouldn't wish on anyone. I won't go back to counselling. I can't. This isn't just a divorce; it's the dismantling of the entire identity and future I meticulously built, far from everything I knew.
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