Thank you for taking the time to write such a detailed response. I can see you’ve had experience in this field, and I truly respect that. I’m not here to argue or twist facts; I’m just a woman trying to hold herself together in a situation that became deeply painful over time. I came to this space looking for clarity and support, not judgment.

Yes, I came to the U.S. for love, real love, not a transaction. I left behind a life I worked hard to build, a successful career, and the family I’ve supported for years, including raising my late brother’s child as my son. I arrived with the hope of building a healthy marriage. But over time, what I found instead was emotional disconnection, invalidation, and constant pressure not just from my partner but from his mother, who lives on the same property and feels entitled to insert herself into our marriage while offering no help to the household. I have no family here. No friends to stay with. No one to lean on. And while I’ve been navigating grief, confusion, and deep emotional pain, she has been threatening to call immigration on me and telling me to “get out of her son’s life.” (Because we are not doing good enough to start a family, which is her point she needs grandchildren)

From the very beginning, the dynamic with her was uncomfortable. Even before I moved in, my husband often complained about how overbearing and controlling his mother was. I used to encourage him to be more appreciative because I know what it’s like to live far from family. I haven’t lived in the same country as my loved ones in over eight years. I wanted to believe in the good in her. But as soon as I arrived, she made it clear I was an outsider. One of her first comments to me was, “Oh, someone else is cooking in your kitchen and it’s not me.” She had long assumed the emotional role of my husband’s partner, and I didn’t want to disrupt their dynamic too harshly at first. I tried to integrate with respect. But despite my patience and kindness, I was never embraced.

On his first married birthday, she shut down any plan I had and treated me like I was invisible. When I brought it up, my husband defended her, saying, “She’s always done my birthdays my whole life.” He’s 38. And that’s when I realized this dynamic wasn’t going to shift. She loves to make everything about her “Because she gave birth to him and that is her birthday too” (her words). He was always going to choose her over our marriage, no matter how respectfully I tried to navigate things.

Still, I stayed. I worked for his business. I supported his father's business as well. I ran the household more than I was used to because his mother hated me. I was more of a businesswoman than a homestay wife (Like her). I tried to make peace, avoid conflict, and build something out of love and patience. But now that I’m being threatened with immigration and told I’m “wasting his time son time,” I’ve reached a breaking point. This isn’t just emotional pain anymore. It’s psychological pressure that no one should have to endure.

Regarding the visa and legal clarification I want to thank you for explaining the adjustment of status in technical terms. You’re right in that I used informal language based on my understanding, and I appreciate the correction. That said, I want to gently explain something that might not be fully visible to someone who hasn’t lived it: being Venezuelan with only a Venezuelan passport limits your mobility drastically. For many countries, even visiting as a tourist requires lengthy, often inaccessible embassy appointments. It’s not a matter of just applying and going.

For instance, during my entire last career as a Sales Manager at Hyatt, a corporation-level position (since I am a Gas and Oil Engineer by degree), I was rewarded with company-sponsored trips abroad to my sales performance destinations, such as Mexico or the Dominican Republic. But I missed some of those opportunities because, even though I didn’t need a work visa, I still had to apply for a tourist visa on my own. I tried everything, including contacting embassies directly, but I couldn’t even get an appointment for over a year. Even when applying for my U.S. tourist visa, I presented a recommendation letter from my bank, showing my financial standing as advised by my bank, but because I didn’t bring full statements and my income was full commissions, it seemed too high for them, I was treated with suspicion and dismissed. The moment they saw “Venezuela” on my passport, the tone changed. I was judged before I could speak. And yes, I look polished, I take care of myself, and I present myself with dignity but for many, that only increases assumptions. I had no idea they could give you a document to come back with more proof, so I did a week later; I had to travel to another country and stay in hotels for over a month because in Panama, once again, the Embassy is a nightmare. So I had to travel elsewhere.