I married an American. He was from the Pacific Northwest but went to law school in the South, so I was living in Virginia and North Carolina.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My mom came to the U.S. very young, and then she married very young. But she was never American. She was always Scottish and would make sure that I knew that I was, too.
I married him for a green card. We had a really great, caring relationship; it just obviously wasn't right for me.
I didn't go looking to marry an American, it just kinda happened like that.
I met my wife in Washington, D.C. I was a senior in college. WW II was about to descend upon us. Jobs were starting to open up after a prolonged depression.
I met my husband, Jacob, in medical school. We married and went to live in Hawaii where his family lived. It was very beautiful, but I wasn't used to being on an island and needed wide open spaces. Eventually we moved to Maine, New England.
I was married for 10 minutes into a Southern family.
I met my wife in Oxford, fell in love with her, and followed her to New York. I was an illegal there for the first few years, until we got married, so I ended up doing lots of interesting jobs, some for a few days, some for a few months.
I'm married to an American. I work for a company that is, you know, its headquarters in the U.S.
I met my wife in South Dakota.
I met an American woman and got married so I had to get a job.