'I have written this in response to the white feather campaign. My husband has asked me to share it with you.'
 
     'I am the foreign spouse of a British citizen. I have known my 
husband for fourteen years. Allow me to fill you in on our history.
'My husband has been my best friend since I was nineteen years old. I
 am now thirty-three. I am an American citizen living in Nebraska, in 
the United States. Your current laws separate me from the man I adore, 
and a family I have grown to love.
'I have said that I have known
 my husband for fourteen years. We have been the closest, the very best 
of friends. We have always known we are in love, but we were skirting 
that issue, afraid of the complications of an intercontinental 
relationship. Two years ago we said, to hell with it. Let’s go for it, 
let’s get engaged, let’s get married.
'I have thus far neglected to say that my husband is my first love, and the only man I’ve ever loved.
'We met many years ago, on my first visit to the UK, and fell for 
each other instantly. I was afraid, even then, to form a tie with a man 
so far away. The laws were different then, and we neglected to look at 
them. Now we suffer the repercussions, because your immigration laws 
changed the week after we became engaged.
'My husband asked me to
 marry him in Wookey Hole Caves, in the third cavern, and I was so happy
 to accept that my knees went weak. Then, a few days later, the laws 
changed, yet I was still thrilled to be with the man I’d loved for so 
long.
'Your current immigration laws prevent us from living 
together; they prevent us from being and forming a family, from holding 
each other at night, from sharing in person our joys and sorrows. We 
live to see each other on webcam; we stare at each other, still stunned 
by the miracle of our love.
'Each of us sleeps alone at night, 
with “I love you” still ringing in our ears, but clutching a pillow 
because the one we love is so far away, and we need something to hold 
onto.
'We married May 18th, 2013, in Nebraska, where I was born 
and raised. My husband was terrified that he wouldn’t be allowed into 
the country because of his purpose in coming here, but something, 
perhaps fate in the guise of a kind customs agent, let him in.
'It was the happiest day of our lives. We were allowed, because of his 
work schedule, two and a half weeks together. We did not see each other 
until October of that year. That time we were allowed ten days together.
 All of our days together are magic. 
'I did not see him until 
the following May, when we planned to celebrate our first anniversary on
 his parents’ estate. Thanks again to a kind border agent, I was allowed
 in, and we had six glorious weeks together. We have the full support of
 my husband’s (and now my) family.
'A few days after my return to
 the States, another blow fell. The income threshold was not lowered, 
despite the fact that it is well above the minimum full-time wage in the
 United Kingdom. Third-party support is also denied to us. We are 
devastated, but still, despite the rules, despite Theresa May, not 
without hope that some shred of luck may come our way.
'If my 
husband, as a public employee (he is a library assistant), was making 
the income the government’s own careers website says he could expect, I 
would be allowed a visa to come and live. I hope every day that this may
 happen. I am a university graduate, with a respectable CV and many 
skills, and I would be happy to pay taxes and contribute to a country 
that I have come to love.
'My husband is searching for a job that
 would allow him to bring me over. As it is, his options are to find a 
better paying job, or to move to continental Europe, pay taxes there, 
and get a visa to bring me over. The rest of the EU have much more 
reasonable and sympathetic rules. Perhaps they respect that families are
 being divided and torn apart by the current laws in the United Kingdom.
'I will end by asking you to cease tearing spouses and soul mates 
from the ones they love. There is so much more to say, but I cannot. I 
am moved to tears by the distance between myself and the one I love most
 in the world.'
 
 
 
 
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