So my previous situation is resolving in many ways, both expected and very unexpected.
The husband learned everything and his initial reaction was typical - but, after a week or so of talking and simple waiting, he's actually...understanding?
In summary, the divorce is happening, and there's essentially no ill feelings manifesting. He's already flirting with other girls, my girl and him are still close friends, he's volunteering to take over all of the debt they shared if she keeps her car payments and the cats. He blames himself for everything, but they both agree that their marriage wasn't as special as what her and I seem to have (the most surprising thing for all of us that he understands), and that they were never meant to marry in the first place.
From my perspective, it seems like that marriage was the reason people say to never marry your best friend. It was functional and everything, but it wasn't really - I don't know what to call it. There wasn't a spark?
Anyway, that's my interpretation of what happened. The bottom line is that he is accepting of it and the marriage is not the major issue. The major issue now is the border, and I simply have no idea how we're going to deal with that. Neither of us are skilled workers (unless her cosmetology schooling counts, the certificate of which she will have to renew, a process taking months), and are definitely not financially well off. I don't think they will let her cross even if we marry, because we are both starting off with a couple of thousand dollars.
The truth is, I don't care how crazy everything is. Everything that's happened since I've met her is a straight improvement over my entire life before hand. I'm not giving up on this until it kills me, which both of us have accepted is a very real, practical possibility, if some imaginary line is keeping us from living happily ever after.
Going to call the immigration office today and hope for some answers. Doubtful but hopeful.
I feel like we're applying for a ****ing space program or something. I just to get across the damn imaginary line.