

My mother is Asian and my father is British. My father had a pen pal that was a friend of my mother’s, and my mother also decided to write to him. I believe they wrote for about two years before deciding that if they want a relationship, they’ll have to get married. So my mother moved to Britain and they were married within the month.
Before the internet (and Facebook) became more accessible, my mother would write to her family often and occasionally call, which was expensive.
I hated Brexit when it happened and I hate it still. I knew exactly what would happen to the UK the moment it was brought to my attention, and couldn’t believe it even managed to pass.
I forgot how easy it is to rile up people for a cause they’re ignorant on by simply lying to their faces. It’s much easier to shout along with some fucking twat screaming about how “immigrants are bad!” than it is to sit down and actually read anything established economists are publishing about the matter.
It was a complete waste of time the moment the notion was even brought up, and the regret was inevitable.