I dated someone originally from India. I’m an American citizen in the US, and he’s here (in the US) on a work visa. I fell madly in love with him even though he tricked me into a long-distance relationship. He seemed like he was my soulmate. He seemed a lot of things. He moved to various states after many lay-offs in a little over a year’s time. I dealt with the stress while enduring my own personal nightmares. Then I uncovered the truth; he conned me during the entire relationship about who he was, using me for s** and making me believe he would move in with me once he gets his green card. He was married, living with his wife and child. He convinced me he was living with friends or staying in motels while working in various states for a number of months. I couldn’t believe all the lies he convinced me, making me feel like an idiot for not trusting him ever and asking questions.
So…I used my imagination to cause him as much pain as he caused me the entire time I knew him. I got him fired. Then I reported him to the authorities to solidify getting him kicked out of the country and back to India. I reported his adultery, as well as illegal activities he told me about when I first knew him and didn’t know they were illegal at the time; he has businesses on the side where he gets paid cash under the table. I reported so many of his lies which I pieced together from knowing him. I destroyed his life. He has to go back to India. He most likely won’t be able to come back.
Society probably thinks I should feel guilty about this because he had a wife and a kid. I feel proud. He’s scum and we don’t need people like that in America. Abusers in India should stay in India. Bye, fucker!