In March 2010, I anxiously anticipated a very, very big move from the United States to South Korea. Two years before this big event, I was happily engaged to a very charming man, who in the future would deceive me in the worst possible way. He had already moved to South Korea, to become an English teacher, almost one year before my plans to uproot my entire life to be with him. After tying up loose ends in my hometown, I went to visit my father, in the state of Washington, where I would soon set off on my journey.
My ex-fiancé had already had his plan of deception in place from the moment he decided to move to South Korea. After his arrival in South Korea, we spoke to each other every 24 hours, emailed each other, and even wrote romantic letters every day for about six months; all the while, he was building a new life with another woman.
It would be two weeks before I received my visa to move to South Korea. Then I received the devastating news! First an email, then the phone call. “I haven’t been honest with you, I no longer love you, I haven’t been in love with you for a while, and I have been seeing another woman.” Needless to say, I had been deceived. Of course, looking back now, I feel this was a blessing in disguise.
As I find my world falling apart, I say to myself, “Diana, get it together, it’s really not the end of the world. At this point I’m living in Washington, and I’m surrounded with family support. I do believe I’m a very, very lucky person to have my family by my side. My family has always been there for me, whether, emotionally, financially or just plain being great friend to me.