I'm the one who applies for my husband. If he's denied, that means I'm denied. It's as simple as that, because we're the ones who are doing all the paperwork. Whether I sign my name or his name at the bottom doesn't make any difference because the language is still going to be there. The reason my husband is denied all the time is that he's physically capable of putting a spoon in his mouth, wiping his bum, washing himself and putting a shirt over his head. That's why.
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