To start it all off, it was February of 2015 when I was making my way to Kobe, Japan with my ex. (Let's give him a different, random name here, and name him Max LOL. I prefer not to use his real name.) While I was on the airplane, my heart was just pounding. I was getting nervous the closer we got to our destination, but excited at the same time.
The plan was to stay with Max's parents until things settled down. The reason why we decided to come to Japan together was because Max was going to start his job in Tokyo. I came along with him because he knew I wanted to teach English in Japan.
Once we arrived at his parents' place, I felt comfortable having his company there with me. I kept holding onto his arm to feel reassured everything was going to be ok. I knew I came here for a reason and I had to work really hard for it. It didn't fully hit me that after 14 years, I finally came back to Japan. It was so surreal and I couldn't hold back the tears. My jetlag was very bad though! It lasted for a month. And because of the sudden climate change coming from Arizona, I also got very sick for a long time. It took a long time adjusting to the new atmosphere.
A lot of people asked this. Since we came all this way together, was there ever talk about marriage? Honestly? We never really talked about it. I mean I thought about it and it came across once or twice, but it wasn't something we had seriously planned for. Max was a kind person (or so I thought), but he never was one to share his feelings. Not that he had a cold exterior or anything. In fact, he's known to have a "friendly atmosphere." I tried everything I could to get him to share, but it's always been one-sided. However, his parents strongly thought we were going to get married...or at least that is what they were pushing us to do.
The very first or second day of being in Kobe, we tried to find places for me to get a job at. I'm not afraid to mention this school, but there is a very popular English school chain all over Japan called "ECC", and that was the first place I applied at. Next day, I got a call and they turned me down. At the time I was legitimately sad that I was turned down, but hearing rumors about the school cheered me up a bit. After years of hearing about ECC, I highly recommend not involving yourself with that school (for those who want to be an English teacher in Japan) whatsoever. They are not flexible, they'll transfer you constantly to random places that can change within a week and from mine and other people's experiences, they are not so friendly as they are said to be. So I suggest private schools or center classes. l never experienced public schools before, but they might be a bit strict. I just don't suggest ECC LOL.
Anyways! ECC didn't work out. So I started volunteering at YMCA to teach kids English for only 2 weeks. But in the first week of being in Japan, I already got a job offer. You see, Max's parents were taking an English lesson at the center every Saturday and the first Saturday of being in Kobe, I went to check it out. That's when I met my boss.
They introduced me to their English teacher. First impression? He looked scary LOL and I thought he was maybe half Japanese or Okinawan. He's 100% Japanese (born in Kobe, but grew up in Guam and Hawaii). I remember after the lesson ended, he told me he would show me his school (which was a 4-minute walk from the center). Once he showed me the school, it seemed very comfortable. The motto is "at home and reasonable" and I instantly felt that. That's when he told me, "If you can't find a place to work, we're always open. Call us anytime." I was super happy and super lucky.
I really thought about the job offer for about a week or two and finally contacted the school. I honestly don't remember, but I think I started working at the school near the end of February to be an assistant for kids. I didn't make it fully official. Since I was here on a visa, I could only stay for the first 3 months and then go back to the states once and come right back. So, when it hit the first half of May, I returned to the states. Since I already made the decision to live in Japan, I had to take care of a lot of things in the states before I came back. It wasn't an easy decision...but I just wanted to be in Japan. Not just for me, but for my mom too. I made a promise to her that one day I will bring her back to Japan. Whether she lives with me in Kobe (or at the time Tokyo), or goes back to Okinawa to live with family. I'll do whatever it takes! No matter how long it takes...
After everything had been finalized, I came back to Kobe. When I came back, Max was already in Tokyo starting his new job. So I was alone...with his parents. Now, what I thought was going to happen was that once Max started his job in Tokyo, was that I was going to go with him. But that wasn't the case...his parents were going to teach me many things about becoming a "good housewife" in Japan and keeping my body healthy for the baby. asdfghjkl YES. BABY. Excuse my language. What the actual f***?! They often took me to the hospital for checkups to check for any abnormalities with my body. I wasn't even pregnant. I'm not even kidding when I say this, and it may be too much information, but she even checked if I got my period regularly. Sick I tell you. Sick. What is this? Camp?! We never agreed to this. I was just so shocked. I even called Max and he said it like they were just joking...but no...they weren't.
I started to work at the school officially now that I've returned. And since my coworker (and very good friend) was about to give birth to Yuujin, I took over her classes for the time being. Plus I became my boss's assistant at the centers to gain experience.
Work was going well, but it was being at Max's parents' house that started to eat at me and drive me insane. Around this time, it's probably been mid-August when I started to feel extremely strange and uncomfortable at the house. Let alone, I had to sleep in the same room with Max's mother!!! Which was all levels of creepy! As his father was sleeping alone in the room upstairs. They wouldn't let me go anywhere (aside from work) alone! After work, his mother would come by taxi and go home together by taxi. They wouldn't let me see anyone, or make friends. And they thought eventually I'll be going to Tokyo to live with Max, so I shouldn't get used to Kobe...but at the time, I already had. The parents were the ones showing me the ropes anyway. Why take it away from me now? I have a good job that I am comfortable with, and I met so many awesome people. Maybe I didn't want to leave...
At times I did visit Max in Tokyo for about a week or two, then soon had to return back to his parents' place. I think in 2015, I've gone to see him only 3 times that year. And the more and more I don't see him or hear from him, the more and more I was losing hope. I mean think about it. He just dumped me here with his parents (which was like an asylum) as he goes off to Tokyo with total freedom!
I already knew that his parents were a bit crazy, but learning new things about them made them seem even crazier. They never got along, the father was always out late, they never had friends come over. I was always stuck in the house with his mother. I had no freedom whatsoever. The house just felt dark and eerie. In fact, there was a dark secret involving Max's father (isn't my place to say), that I kind of understood why Max's mother and I had to sleep in the same room...WHICH MAKES ME MORE CONCERNED WHY HE LEFT ME HERE.
Around October, it was gradually getting to the last straw. Their orders, their rules, it just was starting to not seem normal. So I called Max and told him I'd at least like to stay somewhere else. I wanted some privacy, because I wasn't getting any. He said he would talk to his parents about that. And when he did, they told him "NO. Nowhere is safe but here." I'd be anywhere BUT here at this point. And just like that, Max just lets it go so easily and totally shuts out the problem like nothing.
December. At this time, I was about to explode. I was a ticking time bomb. I called Max everyday in tears telling him that I couldn't handle this anymore. It was excruciating. For 6 months, I've broken out so badly, vomited almost everyday after dinner, couldn't sleep most days and there were times where I even blacked out from all that stress. People at work started to notice it, but I know most were very hesitate on asking. You just could tell by my appearance. I was a total mess. Students kept telling me I looked too thin and my face just looked so dark and tired. I couldn't mention this to any of my friends or family. Especially not my mom. I didn't want to worry anyone. I just...kept fighting it alone.
I was going through this alone. Scared. Going through this, how can Max not even care to do anything??? No matter how many times I cried to him for help. NOTHING.
In January of 2016, Max came back to Kobe for New Years vacation. I'll never forget this time...I had to work one of the days and Max said he was going to go hang out with some old friends. Well, when work was over, I got back to the house. Max and his parents were gathered around the table with a piece of paper in his hand. I had no idea what it was until his mother said to me with a creepy smile, "Sign this. You'll be legally married." I was just in utter shock. Words couldn't escape from my mouth. I looked at Max, feeling anger building up as I was just lied to yet again. We had no plans for this. At least, nobody mentioned this to ME. But there was no way in hell I was going to sign that damn paper. "It was sudden, so we will give you a little more time," was what she said as she kept the paper in a safe place. I still couldn't say anything. Max didn't go off to see old friends, he went to City Hall to get that paper! What else have they been planning behind my back? What was next? To impregnate me?!
Later that month, Max went back to Tokyo for work. A few days later, I called him again in tears. It just felt like it was getting worse. And since it was considered an emergency, he said he'd come back to talk directly to his parents about the situation (um, FINALLY, why didn't you when you were just here?!).
So a week later, he came back to talk with his parents, and at the time when they were having the conversation, I was at work. When I finished work, Max was there waiting for me outside the school and told me, "I spoke to them. We need to talk."
We went to a nearby café and talked. He told me the situation very briefly. "They were very upset. They told me to tell you that we get married now and then pack all your stuff and come live in Tokyo with me right away." UH. WHAT.
At that time, my boss just got off of work. And for some reason, I felt if I asked for his help, I knew he would do something. So I called my boss and told him to meet us at the café. From there, we had a really long talk that lasted till 10pm. The thing was, I knew what I had decided. I wanted to stay in Kobe, at least for a little longer. But Max....he just had no idea what to do. My boss told Max, it was either me or his parents. He chose me, and it may have been reassuring...but I just knew at the pit of my stomach that this wasn't going to go well. The plan was to get me out of that house.
Once our talk ended, my boss and his wife drove us to the house. They said they didn't want to leave me there so they stayed. Max first went inside to tell his parents. Obviously they got upset and his father came out and started arguing with us. He was also arguing with his English teacher by the way LOL. It was just a big mess. His father even called Max a "useless son" and "you are messed up after being with this bitch" pretty much. I was so surprised because I never saw his father like that, but I'm glad I saw his true colors. His mother wanted to talk, so Max and I went into the house as the 4 of us had another long conversation. I told them what I needed to say and they just wouldn't listen. Honestly, it was too much going on all in one night that I forgot most of the conversation. It didn't end well, that's for sure. I was going to leave the house that night, but they kept refusing it. I didn't want to be there anymore. I was scared. And who knows what they would have done to me if I had stayed that night after saying how I really felt all this time. But I was going to leave that place that night. I made sure of it.
Thanks to my boss, he let me have a place to stay. I packed some clothes (I had planned to come back for all my things another time). At the time, I actually felt kind of bad for Max having to stay there with them as I left.
Two days later, I went to get all my things with my boss and his wife. Max and his mother were there, but not his father. I took all my things and put them into the car. I went back inside to thank his mother for their hospitality. The words she said sent chills down my spin. "You'll be back soon..." was the last thing she told me. I got into the car and Max actually got in too. He said he didn't want to be at the house so he went with us for a drive.
In the car, I noticed Max kept sending text messages. I didn't know to who, but later we found out it was his mother and father. I don't know if he was trying to be some sort of spy or something, but I just knew for sure whose side he was on at that point.
After the drive, we dropped Max off at the station. It's been several days since that day, and Max was already back in Tokyo yet again. We thought it'd be calm after the storm, but his parents were thirsty for revenge...
His parents contacted my mom, my family in Okinawa and our friends (who have nothing to do with the situation). They would tell them that I was forcefully taken away. They wanted me "home" and if there was any way of convincing me to go back. I'm the "future wife" to their son, so I needed to go back. They spoke very badly about my boss and even tried to get him fired many times. They just wreck havoc! And from there, I had to make the biggest decision...but a decision I felt was the right one. The decision I should have made a long time ago.
I called Max and told him we needed to end our relationship. I knew what side he was on and his parents are crazy and involving people who have nothing to do with the situation. They're absolutely obsessed at this point! They will not eat or sleep until they get what they wanted. But that wasn't just it. "You've always lied to me. I gave you so many chances. I am a complete idiot to keep giving you those chances, even after the hell you put my mom through. After 2 and a half years, I still don't even know who you are. You've done nothing but hide things from me. But after experiencing what I had with your family, I've finally realized that this is as far as we go. I tolerated so much, yet you never cared until I was nearly on my death bed. I needed you there the most when I was going through it all on my own. And another cruel thing you've done? You allowed them to keep me caged in without any hesitation. I've given so much effort into this relationship. I believe I deserve a lot better than this. Good luck with everything, and goodbye..."
After my farewell to Max, his parents still caused us problems for an entire year trying to destroy everything. I hadn't heard from Max ever since, so why are his parents still in the picture? I felt so awful, because everyone was protecting me no matter if it cost them their jobs. The harassments were getting way out of hand. We even told the police and they couldn't do anything to help but only file a report. It finally ended when we hired an attorney. It was an unusual case, but whatever the lawyer sent them, it sure scared them off.
For awhile, I tried disguising myself on the streets in case I ever ran into those crazy parents again. That included dying my hair jet black, wearing baggy clothing, and just blending into the public. I even had friends as body guards. It was a traumatic experience and I was very shaken by it for quite some time.
Last year, I slowly just learned to let it go after getting into vlogging again. And now my hair is like so bright, I stand out in the streets! I just don't care anymore. It's been two years now and I'm not afraid anymore. They can't control my fear again. I won't let them.
I have many people to thank after all we had been through together for my sake. After escaping that place, I've been so much happier -- freer! Students are seeing a big difference and they are so happy for me. My goodness...how did I deserve such support from all these wonderful people? What have I done to earn it? I still question it today. But I know I would do anything for them too.
Well! There's nothing more to say, but if you stuck around till the end, then you're awesome! This was quite the scary experience, but I've learned so much from it. I've became so much stronger and I actually feel like myself again. There was a lot left out of what more happened in that house that was odd, but there was so much that it would have taken too much time to putting effort into all those details. I never felt so pressured and so cornered in my life to the point where I became so ill. It was like some sort of asylum...or cult. If I had went with their plan, I probably wouldn't be here right now. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Until next time!