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I'm kidding a little about that conversation, but just a little. After a few sessions with Dr. Rosen, and some prescribed medication she was fine. She did however start smoking again after quitting for over 17 years. I always felt bad about that.
My dad, the emotional and sensitive guy that he is just wanted to know who started my car for me while I was away for the two weeks. But to my surprise he also mentioned that he would have flown out to the Philippines to be at my wedding if only I had asked him to. I know I kid about my parents a lot, but I wouldn't trade them in for any other parents in the world, they are the best. (Besides, where would I get material like this if I did.)
The first thing I did when I got home was work on my spousal visa papers so I could file them A.S.AP. The papers were filed in October of 1994. Rowena came to California on March 18th, 1995 as her visa was approved a few days prior. You see back then spousal visas only took about six months. At present day, a spousal visa can take up to a year and a half, I've heard.
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It was a long and lonely wait especially when Christmas time came around. I had to wish Rowena a merry Christmas over the phone, which sucked big time. I must have cursed the United States government and the INS a hundred times over for being heartless sons of bitches. I just don't understand why we have to wait so long for our WIVES to be with us after we marry a woman from another country. If you wanted to marry a Japanese girl for example, or invite her to come to America, she could get a visa and get on a plane the next day. You would have your Japanese girlfriend, Sushi, in your house before you can say, Teriyaki Chicken, Toyota of Hollywood, or Tora, Tora, Tora.
I wrote letters to my congressman, letters and phone calls to the INS and even wrote the President of the United States. I asked them all to please help me in the expedition of my wife's immigration process.
The letters went out on November 15, 1994 and to my surprise, I received a letter from the White House on February 18, 1995. The letter read:
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