phoenix Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 On request, i reposted these, 4 year old reports, starting with the last, so the first will come on top. old memebrs, ignore it, this is old hat for you. ------------- 04/17/02 03:28 PM - Post#71388 The day before my departure, back in BKK, while I am still in bed in my appt, a knock on the door. Nok. Ã¯Â¿Â½What are you doing here?Ã¯Â¿Â½ Ã¯Â¿Â½You come with me, we go hospital, get rid of baby.Ã¯Â¿Â½ I am not too keen, realize sheÃ¯Â¿Â½d come here only to get me to pay for the operation, and expect a rough time. But I am very keen to be sure that indeed the baby is no more, since that would give me some peace of mind in future. So I get dressed, and come along. We try two places, the Place in Soi 12 (Cabbages and Condoms), where she gets turned down because of the stage of pregnancy, and another hospital, that also refuses for the same reason. 12-13 weeks, too late, is the answer. All the way in the cabs from hospital and hospital, she bitches at me, what a bad boring old man I am. I realize sheÃ¯Â¿Â½s nervous and tense, I donÃ¯Â¿Â½t take any notice of the bitching. After the second refusal, we drive back to Sukhumvit, where we part company. I leave the next afternoon, uncertain about the baby's fate. While back home, I get two phonecalls from Nok. One, she tells me she loves me, Ted is no good after all (!). Next phonecall, she asks "when you come back to BKK, can you go to the bar and pay bar for my sister?" Me: o you want me to sleep with your sister?" Nok: "No, of course not, only pay bar. She is a new girl, and after she has gotten 8 barfines, she'll get a steady job with 7 or 8 K baht pay." She keeps surprising me. By doing what she asks me to do, I'd actually collude, and assist a woman to get a job in a bar, when I know the woman can do an excellent job elsewhere. I try to explain to Nok that i believe Sister should be at home, driving the car. "Sister have problem in village (e.g. she lost face at the cancellation of the wedding)". I tell her no way will I barfine her sister. *Edited after posting:* Then I receive a very welcome email from Ted. He informs me that two days after I left, he accompanies her to a doctor who prescribes some pills. Two days after that she is admitted to hospital, and under anaestetic, the fetus is removed. I email him back and ask if there is any room for error, if maybe she sneaked out the backdoor of the operating theatre when he wasn't looking, and he says there is absolutely no doubt, the baby is no more. *END OF EDIT. Sorry guys, I lost that paragraph in the editing process, but it is very important, so I put it back in.* When I return from a trip back to Ã¯Â¿Â½my countryÃ¯Â¿Â½ a few weeks later, she phones me. She changed her mind and wants to be back with me. I decline, and sheÃ¯Â¿Â½s been raising hell ever since. She came around one night to my appt, wanted to talk. IÃ¯Â¿Â½m a sucker, opened the door. We talk for a while, she tells me she intends to go work in the bar again, probably in Patpong, for about three months, until she has enough money to buy an irrigation pump for her land, and a "Carryboy" top for the pickup truck. Then she'll be able to work on her land and with her car, and raise enough to live off. I suggest that she goes and gets a job like a hairdresser beautician, what she trained for. "Maybe later". Then she demands everything weÃ¯Â¿Â½d bought for the appt over the 8 wks together. (radio, fan, sheets, towels, bedlight, cooking gear, jug, toaster etc etc.) to be handed over to her. I decline and say she was the one who left me and moved out to be with her BF (I luvv Ted", care for you, but not luvv you, luvv him"), her decision, up to her now to look after herself (besides, IÃ¯Â¿Â½d taken care of her and her family very well over time, enough is enough). She says: Ã¯Â¿Â½can I play some musicÃ¯Â¿Â½. I reply: Ã¯Â¿Â½No, I lent my ghettoblaster to a friendÃ¯Â¿Â½. She says: Ã¯Â¿Â½Friend Puying??Ã¯Â¿Â½, and flips. Starts raving at me, screaming sheÃ¯Â¿Â½ll kill me, goes to my fridge, grabs a full bottle of Singha, smashes it on the bench, and says sheÃ¯Â¿Â½ll kill me now, coming at me with the broken bottle waving. Wow! I manage to ward her off, and take the bottle away. After she calms down, she sits on the floor, and cleans the glass. Ten minutes later I notice that sheÃ¯Â¿Â½d scratched herself all over her arms (Deliberately), not bad enough to bleed profusely, but enough to create a mess. Further calmed, and cleaned up, I stick her in a cab home. I had learnt from Ted that she'd pulled the broken bottle/wrist carving on him twice before, once in public in the middle of NEP. Next day, phonecall : Ã¯Â¿Â½I want radio, fan etcÃ¯Â¿Â½ I say no! A few hours later, I receive a phonecall from my former wife in my country, worried, because she got a call on the answerphone from this Thai women who said IÃ¯Â¿Â½d been in a very bad accident, and was severely injured! So I phone Nok, and suggest she cuts out the crap, finished is finished. She informs me that she had someone take a picture of me with a woman (What? ME??, Never), and will send it to my family and tell them I sleep with many women here. I call her bluff. Wonder what the next game is. HavenÃ¯Â¿Â½t heard from her since, now about a week ago. IÃ¯Â¿Â½m on my way out of here, for a while, or for good, donÃ¯Â¿Â½t know yet for certain. ItÃ¯Â¿Â½s been an interesting time. When I now read my first posts, just after I met her two years ago, I smile at my innocence. Yet, it's all been done and written about before. I suppose everyone has to find out by experience. I certainly did! I hold no blame or bad feelings for her. She made some silly decisions, but is to a large extent a product of her circumstances. I am sorry our split turned acrimonious, but maybe it is better this way, less likely for me to get sucked in again. I wish her all the best, but am not to sure about her future. I don't think she'll limit her barwork to only three more months. It is just too easy to make a dollop of baht in a short time, compared to work as a hairdresser of farmer. It is addiction to quick money, maybe the same as for the guys it is addiction to cheap and easy sex. Last I heard, day before my departure, was that a board member met her at Thermae, where she accosted him for a drink, chewed his ear about her bad luck, and turned somewhat crazy on him. It leaves me rather sad, but I cannot take responsibility again. This is it. Feedback welcome. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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