I expected this, but we experienced nothing like it. I was thinking, “That’s it?”
I wonder if it’s racism, because my husband is Dutch, and white. Plus, in our case, the American was a woman, and neither of us was young, so nobody assumed anybody with more stature was scooping up an innocent young partner.
The whole process is stressful, expensive and complicated, but I barely remember the interview.
I do know that for ages we’d get random orders to go somewhere at a specific time and date to get fingerprints or iris scans or to do a tap dance of some sort. There was no option to ask for a more convenient date as it was required “if you wish to remain in the United States.”
I am sure you also have a file of documents several inches thick. I don’t know how we got through it.
Still worried, despite all this, if you-know-who gets in again.