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Originally Posted by stepka
And that is exactly what you have managed to do. One thing that doesn't ring true though and that makes me wonder about the veracity of this thread more than anything though is why you didn't marry Olga. She was fine with your lifestyle, you say you loved and respected her, and she wasn't going to stop you so why didn't you? She had her limits and wouldn't sign the prenup?
And LOL on the FOX news and voting for Akin. My dd's would laugh so hard they'd cry at that charge. Nope, I was one o' them liberal apologizers for America (and still liberal) when I started on my trip but then the insults that got heaped on us just for being from here toughened my skin and made me realize that much of what people believe about our country is just plain wrong. Yeah I know, we feed a lot of that with our TV shows but half of it is still wrong and the other half is just plain being from different culture like what you posted on here. This would be the equivalent of me moving to a European country and bashing men for not playing by my rules. Now you have enough ideas for what you want to do so you go play with your testosterone. And leave my daughters alone.
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And if I was a nasty, vile, wealthy, braggart so what? How is this relevant to the post?
Yea, i should have married Olga. I paid for her MBA, her D cup breasts, and loved her dearly. We met when I was on a border management project in Odessa and Kishinev. She was 19 and I was 25 and we practicly grew up together. She was very pretty too. Not a ten but a cutie. She was sweet too.
I would post a pic if I could find it.
the problem was that i started working in Manhattan and in DC and started seeing all of these tens who were super fit, fine as heck, drove BMWs,and had degrees from georgetown and MIT. Wow, they not only make 100k a year but know the difference between a sunni and a shia and know what the 3 Ds of US foreign policy are.
I started doing silly things like paying an agency to find me a former D1 college athlete from a top 25 school...I did all this without looking in the mirror. i didn't even have a college degree (I am now enrolled in an Ivy League college) and while my salary was good, it was noting compared to what the 1% ers made, and that to these top tier woman I was nothing more than a funny IT dude that had some awesome pictures from Iraq.
essentially, i got too big for my britches. I also started taking very dangerous DOD contracts for the the additional 100k a year instead of the emerging markets USAID stuff. So we grew apart because I was off in Falijuh or Herat and became increasingly mentally F**ked from working in a combat zone.
Olga, after a year or two of this gave me an ultimatum to marry her because she wanted a family. I simply laughed...family, what, baby we are going to Bejing for the olympics and sitting in business class...yea...isnt this enough. Then one day after being home on leave I got a phone call from my PM telling me to call Olga immediately. i had been rejecting her successive calls because I was outside the wire. I was not Blackwater or anything but I was doing some C-IED stuff. Fairly high speed for what a contractor does and was shot at about 25% of the time.
When we finally spoke that evening she was so excited but i was annoyed and just replied how much to take care of it and then asked her if she wanted to go to world cup.
I did not understand the implications of what i had done. This was very bad. dastardly. But when you work in a war zone, outside the wire like I was then, nothing matters, you don't have the luxury of feelings or sensitivity. It's an explanation not an excuse.
Well she took care of it but it was never the same. I saw her one more time after that. We were supposed to meet in Bali for my next leave. I went and waited for her in the lobby. She never showed up. I went home and her stuff was gone.
This was a little over two years ago. I tracker her via facebook and saw her smiling and pregnant. For once I had some ****ing decency and left her alone. I guess she's happy now.
This year she sent me card, unsigned, that said I will forever be her true love and that I made her stronger but that she had moved on.
I got hit soon after that in So Afghanistan, spent six months rehabbing in *****et and DC, got the insurance money, partied like bono for a little while, and now realize that very few women will put up with my sorry butt. Frankly, I am such a PTSD prick that even gold diggers wont put up with me.
You idiots will saw that she was a gold digger and was with me for the $$. Not her. I was so stupid I did not even know that what it meant to take care of her, financially or otherwise. For years I gave her no money, just thinking that she ate and clothed herself from thin air. One day she said she wanted to get her hair done and I was like cool. She then started crying and told me that a man is suppose to take care of a woman. Duh. It's funny that a 22 year old village girl had to tell me how to take care of her. even then, i was always on the look out for someone taking five bucks from me that I was stingy with her.
i will post a picture of her. I miss my little angel.
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