DessieDiary

I moved to this country 9 an half years ago. I moved here with 2 purposes. One was to live closer to my mother, who happens to be the only living Grandparent on both sides of our family. The other, was to have a life altering Gastric Bypass.

Our decision to make the massive move, was made after the "New Years Eve" 2000 Millennium Celebrations. We got home from the countdown fireworks on the Las Vegas Strip and I broke down crying. 

You see, I weighed a massive 415 pounds (189 kilos) and our night out on the strip, confirmed that I was a laughing stock. People can be vicious when they're drunk. I was openly ridiculed by the young people, the older people were more discrete. They just whispered amongst themselves. I felt like killing myself. I thought "what's the point of living, when I'm not happy doing it" 

Most people I came in contact with on a daily basis, were only polite to me out of professional courtesy. They respected me for my nursing skills. But I lived a hypocritical life. How could I explain the benefits of healthy lifestyle choices to my patients, when I myself, was abusing food!!

My biggest obstacle was prying my husband away from his immediate family, who had burrowed themselves deep into my home. My husband, being the eldest with the most assets, felt compelled to care for his siblings. (this is how the Mexican family structure themselves)

We had come to share a 4 bedroom house with his handicapped sister and her bastard child (she had been stricken as a small child, with polio, and ambulated with the aid of a crutch, unable to do any kind of physical work though, her handicap didn't stop her fuckin abilities)

His baby brother soon followed and he was a conniving weasel. He planted vicious lies about me to my husband, secretly trying to crack our loves foundation. (I was not the virgin Mexican bride that all Mexican men are supposed to marry)(he resorted to making sexually advances, in an attempt to expose my character, but he was caught in the act by my husband and my husband beat the shit out of him)

We resided like this for more than 7 years and I became hostile. I made my home a living hell. When I would arrive home, his family would scatter to their rooms like cockroaches when you turn on the lights.

So on "New Years Eve" I could see that my pleading tears were touching my husbands heart. As I sat on the end of our bed pleading, he held me in his arms crying with me. I could sense that he was truly feeling my pain. I had never felt closer to my husband than in that moment. He gently kissed me on the lips through the salty tears and agreed to move. 

I told my husband that I would make all the arrangements. His biggest fear was abandoning his siblings. 

As luck would have it, my sister-in-law meet a man who, explained that he had impregnated her and wanted to make her his bride (they never married but 3 of her 4 children are his and they live as a married couple)

His brother went renting with 5 single guys. I didn't really care where he went. He could have crawled back into his weasel hole and I wouldn't have cared. 

His cousin went back to Mexico in search of a virgin bride. Which he found and came back to briefly live in our 2 bedroom apartment until we left for Australia.

The big day arrived and all I could do was cry. I don't know if my tears were of joy, relief, or even of release. I just cried!!

We meet up with my step sister and boarded the Qantas flight which was to bring us to our new life. 

15 hours later, on July 29th, 2000 we exited the Sydney Kingston terminal with a winter breath of fresh air that washed through me like a cleansing of my soul.

And thus became the beginning of LIFE. True Life!! So thank you Australia for the allowing me to discover true happiness.