I grew up fairly poor in Mexico so I didn't get to see a lot of movies. Then in January 2002 my grandmother who I had grown up with my entire life died and I decided there wasn't anything left for me in the old country. So my Friend managed to smuggle me under the tarp in the back of his truck across into the United States. Almost immediately I tried to find a job anywhere I could. I ended up being a bus girl at a local restaurant in El Paso. One day a larger gentleman came in and started hitting on me (this happened a lot because attractive Texas women don't live in El Paso). I thought he was sweet so I just accepted his tip, smiled, and made small talk. He eventually came in more and more often and we kind of became a thing. I wasn't in love with him but then something clicked, this is my oath to citizenship. I know, this is an awful thing to do but I figured I would fall in love with him eventually. So we started going steady and eventually I actually do start loving him. His wit, humor, charm they all caught up to me. We had a daughter and got married in 2004. But one night after a fight something just snapped. I realized I couldn't put up with him and then I realized something worse: I had tricked myself into loving him. I was so overwhelmed that I just ran away and stayed at a motel for about a month before I got back on my feet at a job as a manager at a White Castle. Now it's almost 111 years later and I still think about my daughter and my husband. I feel really bad for my husband (his name was Paul by the way) and I know I've done a great wrong to him. But one thought in my mind keeps me from going back to him and my daughter "OP should've put a serious tag"