Good News/Bad News (A humble plea)

So fiance had an appointment with Immigration today, and it didn't go as well as expected. Basically the maximum length of the visa she's on is 12 months, which she's now overstayed. There was nothing to say that we couldn't extend it until August, there was no warning about it expiring in February, this is the FIRST time we've been contact by them in regards to this. We had no warning and didn't see it coming.

So after meeting with someone from Immigration about it we've basically been given an ultimatum.... 2 weeks to either apply for the marriage visa or get a ticket back home.

She can't. Plain and simple, she can't go back. She has nothing to go back to. She escaped from an uncaring family that was trying to actively kill her through neglect and bullying. She has very few friends, none of them she knows IRL, and none of them she trusts well enough to live with them. She will end up homeless and pennyless.

That really cannot happen. I don't want that to happen. I want her to stay, but the Marriage Visa we need will cost us about $5000 - Prospective Marriage Visa (VAC1) is $3085, plus he will need to have his fingerprints taken and sent back to the US so that another background check can be done, there may be a health check that needs to be done at our own expense and can include a full range of tests including (but not limited to) Xrays, every single document we submit has to be a certified copy which means we need to get them actually certified probably in triplicate... there's a whole bunch of minor things that will need to be done in order to make this happen.

That's money we don't have. Straight up I'm already struggling to pay off the loans that I had to take out just to get her here, the visa renewals... we though we had until August. Now we have until Friday after next.

There is no way I can pay this on my own; I'm the sole income provider for this household. Every dollar we earn goes straight into rent and bills, most of the time we can't even afford food and I have to take on commissions for that extra little bit to get us through til next payday... living week to week on commissions for food.

I need help. I hate asking, I don't like begging... but right now it's the only option that we have. I have to rely on people to help me any way they can. I need people to spread the word about my campaign: http://gofundme.com/4kvb40 - Every dollar that we can get will get us that little bit closer to keeping her here and alive. If she's forced to go back... if she's forcefully deported... that's the end of it. She won't be able to come back, and she won't.... well I don't want to think about that.

I'm going to try to stream all this weekend and all next weekend. Every free moment I have when I'm awake, until I can't stay away any more. I'll take sketchfest commissions (http://sketchfest.weirddreamsink.com) and draw doodles, and entertain you with games and randomness and music and... whatever it takes.

If you can help please do... spread the word, tell your friends, post on Facebook and Twitter, drop a spare dollar in the donation tin when you have one. Everything you can think of. I'm open to all ideas as well. If there's something you wanna see, something you want me to draw, something you want me to do... well I haven't got a webcam so I can't take silly challenges, but I'll try my best.

ANYTHING.

This is me swallowing my pride and begging. I hate doing it, I prefer to give then to receive, I prefer to help others before I help myself... but I cannot do this on my own.

Please help me?

The FML Rant (Warning, language)

Just so y'all understand why I'm gonna be uber stressed for the next couple of days.

Okay, rant time. I got a voicemail today from Immigration wanting me to call them. APPARENTLY my 12 month visa extension was only for twelve months total time from when I arrived. Now, what's wrong with this picture? The website doesn't say it's from arrival. It just says how long are you applying for? 3 months, 6 months, or 12 months. Any logical person would think that if you apply for twelve months, that means you're getting twelve months more since there is NOTHING at all on the site that explains it. So now apparently, my visa has been expired since Feb 11th. We paid right under a thousand dollars for this extension. I now have a meeting Thursday at the office in the CBD. Who wants to bet that they're going to demand more money from me? This is beyond ridiculous. First I am told I can apply for a working permit when I get down here, only to be rudely told I can't while in the country. Then they don't disclose the fees properly so that we get a nasty surprise when my extension goes from three hundred dollars to a thousand, and now this crap? Thank you Immigration, this is a situation that EASILY falls under entrapment laws. You cannot state someone is applying for an extension of XXX amount of time and then turn around later and state that it is not from date of application but instead date of arrival, thereby forcing them into a situation that means their status is illegal. Proper disclosure is a very interesting thing. So, in two days we shall see how this is going to go. I imagine it's going to be quite the headache.

On top of that my $100 headphone's broke, and as a mild touchphobic there goes my one escape from the stupid people that make too much noise on the train. As long as I have my music I have a little bubble that keeps me sane. Already freaked out twice coming home today, tomorrow's going to be even worse.

My car's now out of Rego, another $200 I don't have, so back to shopping by bus which stresses me out more. We can only carry so much, plus bus fare is more than I can afford for two people. I can barely afford the $60 I need to get to and from work every fortnight.

And this is all on top of the fucking bank screwing me over for the second time in a row with my loan repayments. I'm now $300 overdue, and though I have a payment arrangement in place that's $210 a fortnight that I don't really have.

We were going to go in to the CBD (Central Business District - the "suburb" where I work in the centre of town) and go look at changing all my debts over to the Police Credit Union which will give me discounts because of work and all. But couldn't afford to get my Fiance a freakin' bus fare to get her into town. And right now it's really the least of the problems.

I have no idea what I'm going to do any more. When it's just maybe $100 a fortnight extra we need I can usually make that up in a couple of wing-it commissions or whatnot. And I'm aware there was just a Fur Con of some sort so a lot of my regulars are out of funds for the moment. That's okay, we can deal with only a little bit of food (though as a fucking diabetic I really shouldn't be skipping meals, not having lunch today has left me shaking violently and freezing cold, and so exhausted I'm trying so hard not to pass out at the computer right now and I have to triple check my typing here).

I'm just stressing myself into sickness, right now I don't even care about the fucking inspection I have on Thursday that I am completely unprepared for. I haven't the strength in me to actually clean any more, and compared to the possibility of losing my fiance and having her potentially deported it's just... so insignificant I can't give a fuck whether I get kicked out of here or not.

I'm just... done. At this point in time I'm done. I can't care about anything any more except her. I don't care about eating, or sleeping, I don't care if my house is clean enough for inspection or not. I don't care if the bank even defaults me on the loan, don't care about making the repayments. I'm going to be tired and cranky, and prone to outbursts of anger (and probably quite a few more tears than I'm crying right now)... so I apologize in advance if anyone cops it in any way.

I just have to make it through thursday.

#FuckThursday

Sigh. Sorry for the rant but.... yeah. There you go.
/stressedoutsobstory