Heather Ruark is an American citizen who married a undocumented immigrant. Her story is typical of many families who are deeply impacted by immigration issues. I can still recall the moment I thought I was going to be able to separate my love life from immigration issues. Horacio and I had just started dating, thanks to being introduced to each other by a Colombian couple who were our mutual friends. It was late afternoon and he and I were packing up our picnic lunch at a lake north of Atlanta. As we were getting in his truck, he pulled out his wallet. I think I asked to see his driver’s license photo, which is a pretty innocent (though sometime embarrassing) question among friends with legal immigration status. I guiltily breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled out a valid, current Georgia driver’s license. Don’t get me wrong—I was very interested in him and would have been equally interested had he been unable to produce a valid driver’s license. But possession of a driver’s license surely meant some sort of legal status. Having just finished a year of volunteer work for a nonprofit immigration legal aid agency, and still immersed in immigrant and refugee communities as an elementary school teacher, I knew that meant dating this guy was going to be, shall we say, less…complicated. However, the ensuing conversations during the next minutes and then weeks and finally months led to more details of Horacio’s immigration status. He had once had a tourist visa, but did not have current legal status to be in the States, much less work. He had a couple illegal entries, and from there I started seriously wondering about his possibilities to one day adjust status and become a permanent resident in the States. I began to have a notion that our wonderfully blossoming relationship was at some point going to get…uncomfortably complicated.