I'm not sure this if this is even the right place. Maybe not, but at least it will be a way to vent.
We are not married. We have been together for 3 years. Not love struck teenagers with whimsical fancies. We're adults, each married before for more than 10 years. The mutual love we have comes from the way we feel toward each other, our ability to communicate, shared interests and views .... I have never been so entirely in love with someone. She feels the same. She is not from our world, she is from a far off place where culture rules the mind.
Our growing relationship must have triggered a fear mechanism in her parents. They descended upon her with a campaign of control that is nothing short of abuse. Her mom arrived and planted herself into her home for months. Accusations laden with guilt, statements of disgrace tainted with racism and bigotry. Then when all else was failing, several heart attacks that resulted in same day release from the ER.
Still she stood strong. Determined to be with me. She told them as much. She was scheduled to visit that far away place after which we would move in and build our lives together.
Her visit was complete torture. She endured it every minute for 2 weeks. But held to her conviction. On the way to the airport for home, there was another heart attack. Another trip to the ER. Broken and defeated she made a promise. I don't dare ask the details. More likely sexual slavery with a man they will chose and babies served up special for grandma.
I was notified by email. "Forgive me, forget me. There is no hope." She will return soon to her job. I know she is torn, I still get emails, instant messages, and once a phone call. No more "I love you" though.
So what do I do. Continue to pull on my end, or walk away. Which will be a monumental feat. We work in close proximity and are bound to cross paths. It will be like trying to cut off an arm.
