My mother had told me about a three bedroom apartment that is available near her home. She had seen a sign advertising it on her way to work. Vilay and I went to the complex to inquire about the three bedroom apartment. My mother knew that it is an income based apartment. If it wasn’t then we could not currently afford to move out. Vilay must wait another 90 days after the paperwork for my mother’s sponsorship of Vilay is returned to the USCIS before an interim work authorization will be approved.
So, I went in and asked what was the least someone would have to pay. She told me $0-$554. The rent is based on your income because the apartments are Section 8 housing. I didn’t know that at the time or I wouldn’t have bothered stopping by. You see, Vilay can’t live in Section 8 housing with us. If he does then I or my mother would have to pay back the rent. He isn’t allowed assess to any means tested public benefits which Section 8 housing falls under.
This is beginning to be a joke. A very bad joke.
We as an American family are not able to get the same benefits as any other American family. I am tired of people telling me that I don’t have the right to something because I am married to a non-American citizen. I am tired that Vilay and I have to stay at my fathers house when we could move into these apartments if Vilay were American. I am tired of waiting for my husband to have the right to work and support his family. I am tired of not being able to live in my own country without being punished for marrying the man I love.
I keep hearing my aunt asking me before I married Vilay, “Why are you going to marry a Frenchman when it would be easier to marry an American man?”
I answered, “Because, I love my Frenchman.”
She responded, “It would be easier if you married an American.”
Well, she was right.
But, I still love my French.
I am willing to be discriminated against by my own country rather than marrying an American because it is easier.