Today much depends on my wife
It's ingenious really as to how drugs and sex can be used successfully against me. I've been poisoned again. This time in manner most obscurious. Bath Salts. Floating in the apartment on to the floor, bedsheets, and cat food. Similarly for two days in a row Sveta added bath salts to my morning kasha, today and yesterday. I dumped most of it and had phenazepam as a backup benzo to keep the bath salts manageable. From the time of my son's and moving back to Russia, reconciling and remarrying I wanted to see if we as more or less free actors can forgive, make amends and truly reconcile to the point where intimacy may be shared. In this I failed. For those of you who have read my posts my tale is an outlier somewhere past Pluto. I found out in early 2017 in our Russian apartment Svetlana using juvenile son Nicholas as the weapon. Ever here of 'Street Theater'? Google it. At 8 a.m. while I was asleep they put on as show in the kitchen to bait m...