Lies My Russian Wife Told Me

Let's start with a gentle one of this morning.  Her mother informed her that I had been late night chatting with people whom I knew not.  I ignored it until she returned from her workout which I pay for and she sporadically attends.

At this point she denies the whole conversation.  I reply I'd rather drop it than hear her lie again.

Sveta has a relationship with the police/military.  Once some years ago when I posted before being banned by fb my credible belief that a number of my associates.  Can't spy well if they're on to you.  That day both her mother who not only has no access to fb began her complaints about these posts as someone had instructed her too.  Luba Courbois followed suit in short order.  I recall the day her ex husband American Christian accused her of being a spy and daddy being some high level Russian mafia sort.  Misdirection.

Her top lies are coming up.  She conspired with infertile FSB lover, the man who poisoned my beer in August 2011 sending me on a month long 40 pound weight loss misadventure, his name Alexander Valerievich Tregubov.  I worried for years, a few, until self admitted CIA agent whom I'd met in Russia 14 years earlier Doug Boyce senior NCIS agent confirmed that Tregubov spiked my beer while lying to me that it was his, our Kosheleva, in December 2013.

Last year Sveta who was in on my poisoning lied to me saying simply I had only drunk milk that month.  This was just before a planned trip to Thailand.  I made up my mind to accept the loss rather than travel with this boorish liar and team poisoner.

She relented admitting the poisoning promising to tell all once in Thailand.  She reneged and I was in Thailand.

On the way back from Thailand she brought a few grams of weed safely tucked in her luggage.   To this she gaslighting, lies, denies and pretends to of this have no memory.  Fucking hate liars.

Sveta is some sort of spy, perhaps a cross I bear, after living together in Siberia having moved to Saint Petersburg something I or my gut said to dump her.  

She was a former whore with a lie of a legend standing behind her which I had chosen to believe.  Just as I worked up the courage to dump her she, without a word to me removes her IUD thus ushering us into parenthood with a near side swipe to the abortionists.  I had forced her to agree to this heinous act only to relent at the last minute dragging her, self and unborn child far from that place.  I recall thinking cavalierly I'm a smart guy who would figure it all out.

No idea how dark that journey was. Though she knew I was to, step by step, inch by inch beeline to bordellos with her initially watching, guiding me.  This is akin to pushing a small sail boat into a breeze.  This lead me to sleep with over 400 whores, videotaping a 100 of them performing these primal acts.  Later with the addition of illegal stimulants we added male gangbang parties to this list.   Oh those were days, mother's death, my own impending doom, then live a little.

This done to create a backstory of me as monster, this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald with Obama murdererd for the benefit of Biden.  Ghastly.

We began to really hate each other in 2012, me thinking her dumb and spoiled, while she knew the truth and had to play the waiting game for I moved not quickly.  That must have sucked for her.  Me with a million in the bank untouchable by her.  

On December 4, 2014 she sent our son as a weapon to further involve me in drugs, get arrested for child endangerment, hopefully to being violation of parole and thereby shanked dead on a cold prison floor.  

Alexander Tregubov told meas early as December 2014 she had a plan to gain all my US assets those not stolen in corrupt divorce court in that fall of 2012.

I see it sometimes in her eyes.  No one said she would have to put up with me through 2020.  I was to be dead no later than 2014 and she a glamorous widow.  Didn't go down that way much to her chagrin.

She even showed pornographic images she herself took of me earlier to fire our son up against me.  It worked.  How could it not?  A 13 year old boy thus lied to and armed and in September 2015 he planted 30 small pot plants.  I demanded He throw them away but he left them out just long enough for the cops to arrest me.  

In 12 months time the charges discharged and my rap sheet clean.

Within a month of our arrival in Russia she convinced him of the benefits of 'street theater' in which he supposedly drunkenly picked up this dual fanged blade and with one slice faster than the eye could see severed the artery in my left arm.  I survived chose not to press charges.  The anger in both of them failing again burning in their eyes.

By then I had 2011 to 2017 on the job training being alighted being lied to.  They had it planned far in advance.  Sickening and me so damn lucky.  Or am I?

We head again to divorce and I back to America regardless of the higher cost of living, get Nick in the Navy and as his ship departs meto slice diagonally across my forearms thus bleeding out and ending this charade on my terms.

Earlier had hope's of being grand dad for my boy's small ones but I don't think it goes that way.  And my boy might be free at long last of the corruption imposed by his mother's Soviet imposed darkness.

And my God she was a rare beauty.  Too bad me such a late learner. 'City Girls Just Seem to Learn Faster How to Open Doors with Just a Smile' and if I get that which I desire it will blood money for Nick's offsprings sometime maybe in a year.  

I had deluded myself getting a Russian residency permit.  I prefer to see the Rocky Mountains, yes with the same son who once pulled a knife on me.  So hard to hide teen anger.

He is my son both mislead by the whore and worse of his mother.  I wish you only the best Nick even if I'm not there for the man to man conversation as I had once believed.

I'll take our two good years in NY and Colorado and even with the arrest  and finding at long last the hateful chat directed at me by his visceral mother on that computer destroyed the next day.  Me, I dont believe in coincidences.  Nope not me.  Not at all.  

Finally two funerals I'll not attend, her mothers' the lying spying pig or her weak father who I am embarrassed to refer to as a man.

I hope you Nick find drive, will, passion and challenges in this your life.  And once you go to sea likely so do I old friend. Thank you for letting me be your dad if only for a time.  I love you even with the bad shit tossed atop the salad that was our life.

Fuck your mother.  Lying bitch.