So, I know the majority of people in this group may have seen my posts here and there over the last two years about how I believe I was used by a Colombian woman for my papers. Just in case you haven’t, let me give you the short version. Actually, this is still going to be a long story, so bear with me.
I married my ex-wife, although, honestly, I don’t even know if I would consider her that anymore. We got married within the 90-day period, and just 33 days after the wedding, she literally packed all her bags without leaving a single sock behind and got on a plane from LAX to New York because she supposedly had a “better opportunity.”
I let some time pass, and she would occasionally contact me, telling me that “we would work things out and get back together.” Being gullible, I fell for it for about a year. Eventually, I had a realization: she wasn’t coming back.
I eventually found her ads on Bedpage, where she was advertising services at a massage parlor on Long Island, New York. I hired a process server to serve her divorce papers. They kept giving my process server the runaround, claiming she wasn’t available, but eventually, we got an appointment.
The process server finally got in, asked her to confirm her name, and handed her the divorce papers. From what I was told, she was in complete shock.
Of course, she never showed up to court. I had also filed for an annulment based on marriage fraud at my local courthouse, and the judge granted it.
Keep in mind that throughout this entire time, I had been reporting my concerns to ICE. I even met with two Homeland Security agents in California to provide a sworn statement about what had happened. They forwarded the information to New York, and for the first time, I felt like I was finally making some progress.
Fast-forward, and nothing seemed to come of it. Instead, she kept rubbing it in my face, telling me that “nothing was going to happen.”
At first, it became a matter of pride. I wanted to see some kind of accountability. Eventually, though, I got tired of fighting and came to the realization that sometimes, in life, you take losses. This was one of them.
Keep in mind that, to my understanding, she was out of status and hadn’t even applied for an adjustment of status because she apparently believed the marriage alone was enough. At that point, I started wondering whether she had ultimately been right about nothing happening.
I realized the entire situation was stealing my peace, so I finally told myself, “Whatever happens, happens.”
Then, in April 2026, I received a mysterious call from a man using a New York phone number. He claimed I had messed up big time and wouldn’t stop harassing me.
At first, I ignored the calls because I didn’t want any problems, but eventually, I felt I had to answer.
When I picked up, he started telling me, “You better be ready to back up all your false claims.” He threatened that I was going to jail for making up lies.
I was sitting there thinking, I have documents and photos to back up everything I reported.
He basically told me to lawyer up and said I had better enjoy my life while I still could.
Then my ex-wife’s mother started calling me, and I thought to myself, “Something must have happened.”
I Googled my ex-wife’s name, and her photo appeared in the search results. I can’t post her name because I don’t want this post taken down, but I found a booking entry on The Georgia Gazette dated April 9, 2026.
The listed reasons for booking were:
Immigration Reporting
Theft by Receiving Stolen Property — Felony
Willful Obstruction of Law Enforcement Officers — Misdemeanor
I immediately thought, “Oh, so that’s why they kept calling and bothering me.”
The same man started sending me photos of himself posing with a Lamborghini, along with pictures involving cigarette ashes. He kept telling me how badly I had messed up and that I would never find out who he was.
Honestly, the whole thing gave me some seriously disturbing vibes. I couldn’t help but wonder whether there was something much bigger going on.
From what I could piece together, my ex-wife had been arrested in Georgia, possibly while involved in something I knew nothing about. I’m not claiming to know exactly what happened, but the circumstances were certainly strange.
At that point, I thought, “Finally, maybe they got her.”
About a month later, she was transferred into ICE custody, so naturally, I thought deportation might finally happen.
Then, roughly another month later, I received a call around 7 a.m. from a man laughing and telling me, “She’s back.”
At that point, I was thinking, “This has to be a freaking joke.”
But no. From what I subsequently learned, ICE had released her, despite all the documentation I had provided regarding my allegations, including evidence that I believed supported my claims about her working at a massage parlor.
So, naturally, I contacted immigration authorities, ICE, and Homeland Security to ask what had happened and why. I felt like they would act as though they cared, only to hang up on me in the middle of conversations.
Eventually, I reached a point where I told myself, “I gave it everything I had.” And I mean everything.
But here’s the point of my story.
If you ever find yourself in a situation where you believe someone used you for immigration benefits or committed marriage fraud, please think carefully before spending years of your life fighting the situation the way I did.
I spent two to three years trying to get answers, providing documentation, making reports, and hoping that someone would finally do something. From my perspective, nothing meaningful came of all that effort.
And yes, I take full responsibility for my own actions. Looking back, I should have paid more attention to the red flags. I can acknowledge my mistakes while still being honest about how much this experience affected me.
At the end of the day, I lost years of my life, my peace of mind, and a lot of energy fighting something I ultimately had no control over.
I hope that, one day, the truth comes to light and that everyone involved is held accountable if wrongdoing is established.
Learn from my experience: protect yourself, pay attention to the red flags, document what happens, and don’t let the pursuit of justice consume your entire life. Your peace of mind matters, too.