I met a guy on a dating site. I am filipino and he was african american. We were both attracted to each other, so we exchanged numbers and skype usernames. We videochat each other and we talked everyday. He was always on skype because he was waiting for his next job offer from the Middle East because he was a contractor, and I can only talk to him when i wake up and when i get off school because i was at my second year of BS Information Technology. We both fell in love with each other. I never felt so in love in my entire life at that time. After more than six months when he was going to start to work on Afghanistan, we agreed that on his vacation he will come see me here in the Philippines. His vacation came and he went to visit me. The first day that we met i was very happy. I was young and dumb and got carried away of my emotions, i let him take my virginity. At the time that he was there i skipped my classes and lied to my parents and i just spent time with him instead. I can say we had a good time but i discovered that this man love casinos very much. I didn’t mind at all because i loved him. After a week of his vacation, it was time for him to go back to work. We continued to communicate everyday. After three months, he told me that he will quit his job and come be with me instead because he felt happy everytime we are together and asked me to marry him three months after we met in actual. I got married at 20 last 2013, while my husband was 31 years old. It’s 2016 now and i just turned 23. Obviously we rushed everything. I was happy to be with him. I did everything to be a good wife. I cook, clean, satisfied him on bed etc. Sadly, i had to quit school for him and just stayed my self inside our apartment. To find out the real color of the man that i married, he was addicted to gambling, alcoholic, and smokes marijuana. Never in my life did i do drugs or even light a cigarette. Because of him, i experienced getting our lights cut off, starving, and even owe people some money because he lost all his money on his bank account due to his everyday trip to a casino. I was undergraduate and didn’t have a job yet but then we had to eat so what i did is to borrow money from everyone that i know. He was the worst of the worst. He never thought about going back to work in the middle east, all he wanted to do was to gamble and just get drunk. He couldnt pay for a plane ticket back home to America so he overstayed for almost 2 years, from 2013 to 2015. I told him to go back home and get a job and fix his life again and quit gambling. Everytime i tell him that, he is going to yell at me and tell me that his been working hard for his money, and i was just there complaining but don’t have any job. I swear, he was the worst. Few days later he figured out he can get help from the American Embassy to go back home. He finally did and got back home at January 2015. It’s been a year already and we’ve been married for long And it seems he doesnt want to work again. I learned a valuable lesson that you should take your time in knowing your partner and never rush on anything and regret about it.