I knew Him since around 2009, we met on a Social site. We didn't speak all the time but we did communicate enough to form a friendship then feelings in the next few years to come. But he was impatient because I wasn't moving fast enough for him to come to Tunisia, so he closed his account and we lost contact for a few years. I did know another man in Tunisia who invited me to come to Tunisia and see the sites, etc. Life was interesting for over a year, until my last few months before I shipped my car back to Canada from Tunisia. Houssem had found me on facebook, he came to visit at an outdoor coffee one time when my husband (GIANT RAT) was off on one of his cheating adventures (which I was to find out soon enough about). After a couple of hours of chat, he went back to his home near Tunis. We kept in touch once in awhile, until I returned to Canada for the car, and my GIANT RAT, sent me the message on Facebook for Divorce. He said he'd help me through everything if I returned to the villa I was renting in Hammamet. Soon I was going through the process of my divorce. He was by my side through it all for language translation, at my side during meetings with Judge and lawyer, I had to meet with the stupid GIANT RAT, he was there with me always. Then he asked me to marry him, and he'd been such a support, so kind and caring, to me and to my granddaughter, I'm raising. I liked his family, he didn't go to the coffee, didn't go hang with other males. He was with me and her all the time. Seemed so loving, attentive, motivated, caring and a contributor in the home with cleaning, and when he found work, he'd pay food or utilities. Then when the immigration process was under way, he started this so called "STRESSING". He would want to sleep most of the time. So myself and my granddaughter had to sit in the other part of my place, no noise or he'd complain at me or pick at her sometimes. I didn't even feel it was my place I rented, I felt like a guest in someone else's home and heaven forbid you make a peep that wakes them up. He would complain he didn't have food he wanted, but I always paid for food and told him to get what he wanted. I would tell him that was his own fault as he'd been the one going to the shop for things. He didn't want to eat the foods from his culture except Aja. Complained and demanded I make foods for him. Once in a while he would wash some dishes, or shred cheese. When in one of his moods he complained to me that when other women came to see their men, they'd bring expensive gifts. I told him he was getting more than enough with my paying everything and his immigration process. I would buy his clothes from the second hand as he wanted, he always chose brand name, of course. He soon tires of things and gives them away, placing 0 value on the fact that someone else paid for it, or even gifted him something. Ungreatfull and demanding and almost a bully toward me to buy him things. He wanted a gym pass, I paid for that, he went twice, then stopped. Money wasted!! He picked on my granddaughter often, he was beginning to make my life miserable and we argued very often. You cannot reason with him, he would not answer me when speaking with him during these times. I felt like a trapped animal because I had no outlet there at that point. He even picked on or frightened kitties in the villa that he knew I really loved. Tried controlling which ones could be in my care. He was often negative verbally about my granddaughter, acting like a total jealous sibling more than a husband. I wanted to sit on the doorstep for fresh air and a break from him. He was having no part of that, took the key for the door and locked me in, I was having no part of that and demanded he unlock my door and he was refusing and taunting me over it, so I slapped him, he in turn, took both hands and slammed me in the head near both ears, with his open fists (part where the hand joins the wrist) He had hit me so hard I was in shock, and I was in bed for nearly 3 days, with horrible headache, and vision problems. He was cold as a rock to me, blaming me for my head trauma, never accepting responsibility for his actions, oh so typical. I decided I would return to Canada with my granddaughter so that we could begin to establish life here. SO in the beginning of April 2015, while still awaiting our immigration process to complete. I returned to Canada with my granddaughter. I secured employment. He stayed at the villa (I paid for as well as food, bills) and I told him to sell everything I owned there such as my stove, fridge, washing machine, flat screen tv, furniture and my moped. This would be his airplane ticket to Canada. I felt that the stress of waiting this process out was creating these issues. Boy was I wrong!!! I was staying with friends in a very small place here in BC. But, I did find work, in an office and it was a great start, or so I thought. I purchased a large Travel Trailer for myself and my granddaughter to live in. This gave us our own living space even though we still utilized other amenities in my friends homes, i.e. laundry, washroom, cooking and eating, doing dishes. I felt this was a great start for us, given that it's nearly impossible to find living accommodations in this small place. Time came he did his interview with Canada Immigration, he had to wait the decision. When he got word, he'd been accepted, he then prepared, purchased his ticket and I prepared for his arrival day. Myself and my granddaughter went to meet him in Vancouver where his plane touched down. Seeming so greatful and relieved that his process was now over, appearing happy and greatfull his process was now complete and he was in Canada with us. So after a few hours of driving, we arrived at our residence. I don't even think it was a week that he'd been here, I'd taken him every weekend to different towns, and places. I got him signed up with our services at the office I worked at. He took some courses for certification in a couple of things to help him gain employment. There was a small bus on Thursday that travels to my home city from this small town. I got him signed up and paid for him to take trips to my city to enquire on going to school or taking his English as a second language course so he could qualify for university courses if required. He wasn't satisfied with this, soon the fights were constant. He was absolutely horrible about everything. He was fighting about where we lived, not big city with big stores, it was the hell he said. He took my phone all the time to talk to his mother, he then demanded in a store that I buy him the newest Samsung SG5 model, priced at $750.00 Canadian. I told him I was paying for everything, wait and get a simple phone to start until the credit builds. He would not have any part of it. He acted like a spoiled child and embarrassed me in the store with his bullying and condescending comments of demanding and belittling. I went to another store at his demanding and I got the phone he wanted, included in the phone plan. Well he then racked up my phone bill due to calling direct to his mother in Tunisia. My credit was ruined due to the high bills and being the only income earner in this family, I could not keep up with the rising costs that were occurring. I found an apartment to rent in the town, so we moved. He still wasn't satisfied. He said I brought him to the hell. He then began to sleep in the one room with a small bed. Using the excuse that I snored. He went out one day, came home drunk, vomiting for hours. No care about how this affected me as I told him I didn't want that kind of life. He was lying and smoking as well. Soon he met another Tunisian male whom he befriended. He even went and spent longer time there. He was being trained to work in another city in the same company his new friend worked for. So after arriving in Canada in July of 2015, he was off to my home town in October and November, and in December when I had found a house to rent, I was left moving everything alone and he moved to Calgary Alberta to work. He was working there from that time until around May of 2016 when the boss (Another Tunisian) and him were fighting so bad, he was fired. He then returned to BC, stayed with his friend a couple of days. I told him to go out and try to find work in my city. He did one job application, and then said he wanted to go on his Unemployment insurance and he'd help me take care of my granddaughter for the summer months and help with rent, then he'd try to go to the coast (Vancouver) to see another Tunisian we both knew, to find work. He came home, he sat glued to his cell phone none stop. He would rarely lift a finger to things in the home, and didn't interact with my granddaughter hardly at all. I'd give him money for her to go to the local swimming pool for an afternoon, and he'd not even bother to walk her 3 doors over to the pool. Poor child had to sit in the house most times. He slept in my room, but was so mean to me in the morning. Stating how he was so tired because I snore. Yet he'd been the one snoring in the night. I worked 4 days a week, supporting 3 of us. I worked Contract work, so I could not just pick up and move anywhere. He was getting over $1000.00 a month on unemployment benefits, he paid me 0 rent, 0 on groceries or bills until my friend made him buy some groceries. He didn't even give me the flimsy $250.00 he'd been paying me so kindly (haha) in the past while he was working. He had $10,000.00 in the bank, he bought himself a BMW car for under $4,000.00, paid 2 times for the 3 of us to eat out and took our elderly friend with him to another town to have his windshield fixed, so he paid for her meal too. He told me he was broke one day. He said he'd been paying for things. I said he'd not paid anything while with me. I believe he's sent that money to his mommy. He would only do a chore in the house if I sent him a text message . He told me I had to text chore list to him. Funny how he can cook, do dishes, laundry and clean his own place, but in my place, he doesn't give a crap. He left for the coast, stayed with yet another Tunisian he'd met through our friend. This one got his rent paid and food paid for by my husband. Nice huh! Couldn't help me with rent, but could pay his new Tunisian buddy's rent and food. Soon those two were fighting too. He rented a basement suite, and lives on his own at the coast. He's supposed to be in my house for 2 years by Immigration agreement. He has barely spent 6 months living in my home. This March of this year (2017), my contract for my job was not renewed, leaving me unemployed. I applied for my Unemployment insurance and am struggling to survive. So he knows my financial issue and says he'll up my $250.00 to $300.00. $50.00 raise while I'm out of a job. He has 2 credit cards and couldn't even help purchase groceries while he came this past weekend. He exchanged his winter clothing over to his summer clothing, picked up two packages he had purchased and mailed to my house, for himself. He wears brand name, expensive clothing and shoes, or boots. He buys an expensive cell phone, tablet and electronic gadgets for himself as well. While here, first day, he barks "Where's the food?" "What's for supper?", Macaroni and cheese he commanded. Then returns to my front bedroom and lays on the bed, on his cell phone, of course. I made the mac and cheese and he never offered to help at all. He made himself toast, takes off to eat it. Dumps dish in sink. No help with dishes either. That night, a friend came to visit, Friend plays a card game with me and grandchild, husband sits across room on another sofa, glued to his cell phone. Not one attempt to join in on our fun. My granddaughter tried to get his attention, he barely answered her. He's got 0 interest in either her or I. He then announced he was going to lay in the front bedroom. My friend leaves, I go to my room, his light is still on in that front room. I went in, he's on the phone as usual. I messaged him on FB later, he informs me he's looking for music to download. In the am I baked muffins, he eats those or yogurt. I plated 2 muffins, put them in the microwave to protect from my kitties knocking down on the floor. He was in the bathroom, he left the house, didn't even ask if there was anything, he assumed I baked only for myself and my granddaughter. He does this to make problems, he knows he's being stupid on purpose. I made lunch, he ate it alone in the front bedroom. I made supper, he shoveled it in and ate more later. He gets into my granddaughters special snacks for school, knowing from the past that I cannot purchase these in my town here. I have bought him his own special juice, he instead gets into hers. He does this just to inconvenience me. He knows he's doing this on purpose to be mean to her too. He slept in that front bedroom that night too. He talks on his phone in Arabic, big smiles, much laughter, to his buddy in my city. When talking to me, he's lifeless, no laughs, no smiles. He barely hugs me, it's more like a light pat on the back like one buddy to another. Never says he misses me, never sends a video chat request in Facebook or on our I phones. Only says he loves me on the phone, when he calls at night to say he's going to bed. Oh and when he left on Sunday, he sends a text after he boards the bus, saying I LOVE YOU! But never says it to my face. Never embraces me like a man would embrace his wife after he's been gone from her side. I asked him why he did not sleep at my side while here. He says "BECAUSE YOU SNORE!!" .But I believe he was being unfaithful at this time and that's why he didn't care to be with me as well as the thought that he got what he wanted (Visa to Canada) why bed down with the woman who got that for you. So, I have come to believe without any doubt. He has married me ONLY to gain access to my country, sadly Immigration won't kick his ass out, they do nothing with these men. I know he has no intention of taking care of me as a wife. He waited his 2 year term, he purchased his airplane ticket for his lovely vacation for a month and a half in Sunny Tunisia with his mommy. He knew exactly when his 2 year term of having to be in my home was complete. Here I am unemployed, he's off to la la land, yes such a good and supporting spouse this turd is. As of June of 2018 I will no longer be responsible for him. In the meantime, he has been arrested on weapons (gun) charges (5 to be exact), as well as an assault (hit his pregnant girlfriend), cause she was busy having sex with a guy she'd picked up on the road and took to her dads cabin to play with while my Turd was out hunting with her cousin. The Turd doesn't have a permit to handle a gun in Canada, nor a hunting license. He's already had 2 court appearances and unfortunately from what I'm told the charges aren't enough to have his sorry ass deported. He is refusing to work, living off his other Rat buddy who just left his wife as well. He has blocked his mothers account from mine, and his sisters account as well. He barely connects on Facebook, so's to avoid contact with me. No phone calls either. I've taken his name from my post box and I've packed up what clothes, boots and shoes he left here and donated them. I know what is going on with the court issues due to the service he is receiving assistance through being tied to the same office here where I live and the woman who runs this office contacts me to let me know, as she is informed by the woman at that office he's going to. He's trying to play the immigrant card, by saying he was not aware of our laws here (a lie, as I had informed him of much of our laws). If he files for divorce, I'm going to sue for abandonment and alimony. I would like to see he gets what he deserves, which by the way I believe is one billion percent impossible for this breed. It seems they can do anything to us folks and never suffer for it. I feel like a huge fool, played yet again by another of these men but am also thankful I did not suffer another hit to my head or worse. One must be thankful to be rid of these rats in the end. It is a nightmare I would not wish on anyone. The shame we feel for what we've suffered and the stupid choice we made by loving, marrying and supporting these rats also leaves us hurting.