Meet DH at the age of 22 in a London nightclub. It was love at first drunken sight! He initially told me he was Italian and I believed him because he looked it and could speak it 
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It was a few weeks into the relationship that he admitted he was from an obscure Eastern European country and was in fact here illegally 
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I told him to bugger off at first but he won me back .
His family (he has siblings in London) was very unhappy with the situation at first and were quite rude on occasions I met them. His father told him he would be cut off from the family if he stayed with me. We moved in together and the family came round when I had DD (3 years after meeting). In contrast, my family welcomed him with open arms although my mother warned me against marrying him as so she said "you'll always have to wash your own dishes' in reference to his limited work prospects although he has done OK and has always worked very hard but only in 'manual' jobs.
Fast forward 16 years and 3 further DCs later and I bitterly regret marrying someone from another country and culture. We have sent thousands of pounds to his parents in his 'home' country so they can survive over the years as there is not work there and a lot of poverty. DH is always stressed out that we have not managed to build them a big house back there (we struggle enough to live here fgs!) and they have an old car.
His parents did have a chance of living over here but turned it down as they wanted to die in 'their country' which I believe is so selfish as we are having to continue supporting them and worry about their health (healthcare terrible over there).
On the few times I have visited the country I have seen that women are treated like bloody slaves, i.e. the men sit around waiting to be waited on and don't touch anything to do the house or childcare. I spent 'holidays' there being a skivvy so have refused to go the past few years. DH reverts totally to type in the company of any of his countrymen and it drives me insane as he normally helps in the house and with the DCs (he has been laughed at before because of this).
When we had childcare problems a few years ago, he refused point blank to quit his (crap) job to look after the DCs so I had to give up my better paid job which put us in a really bad situation financially and I have never forgiven him for that. The childminder we were using accused my 3 year old DD of putting a cushion over her 6 week old baby's face and trying to feed the baby sausages and I could not leave DD in that situation. It was only 9 months until she was to start school so I was not going to upset her by putting her into a different childcare setting again. DH would have been happy yo leave her with the childminder though.
The DCs have missed out on having their GP in this country (my parents visit a few times a year) and as his culture does not celebrate birthdays or christmas, they miss out on anything from his whole extended family. I am not close to any of his sisters (5 of them) as they have not accepted me and whenever we meet all they talk about is how bloody wonderful their country is (love to tell them to piss off back there tbh).
Now it has come to a head as DH thinks he can just swan off back 'home' for a week leaving me with 4 DCs. I suffer from anxiety and stress and will really struggle with this not to mention the fact that I am terrified of being alone overnight. He knows this but is still going.
I now wish to god I'd never married him even though I love him. Am at a loss.