I then scheduled with the Immigration office downtown, to pick Issac up. When I got to the office I was treated like dirt. Everyone was sharp with me and acted like I was doing something horrible. My gosh I was bailing a 22yr old guy our of federal prison where he was sitting next to real criminals. All he had done was walk across a border that was not being taken care of the way it should have been. Twice I was “forgotten about," during my wait to bail him out. Issac was waiting, and ready for me when I got there, but the process took over three hours.
Journal entry from 11/18/2004: In a few days I will have been dating Issac for only three months. So weird, because I’m ready to spend my life with him. Other guys I have dated in the last year I would periodically look at them and get this weird feeling of, “what am I doing with this person.” or “who are they?” Not once have I looked at Issac and felt that way. That’s strange especially after what we’ve been through (Him getting picked up by INS.)