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Queen Of Lies And Deception

  • Written by Tom
  • August 21st, 2009
  • 45 min read

Introduction

The most memorable movies are ones that reveal at the end that what you thought was the story all along is not so. Flashbacks to a few previous scenes explained by a now-enlightened narrator reveal a very different story, although the scenes remain unchanged. You are now left dizzy and surprised how you could have been deceived from the moment you started eating your buttered popcorn. A famous movie that does just this is “Fight Club”, where only in the last fifteen minutes of the film your entire understanding of the story is torn to shreds.

The story I am about to tell you in these pages happened to me, but it took place over a longer time span than it takes to eat a large serving of cinema popcorn; in my case almost one year. Only in the final weeks did the “enlightened narrator” make his appearance and expose a very different story from the one which was thought to be true.

A Little About the Author

Before I start, I will tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Thomas, and I was born in Canada in 1968 to Hungarian parents. I lived in Canada all my life, until four years ago when I decided to quit my well-paying, albeit stressful, engineering job and travel the world for a few years. Like many foreigners who come to Thailand for a vacation, I decided to settle here, and at the moment I am working outside of Bangkok as an international technical sales coordinator for a multinational company.

I could have gone to teach English, but that would have been too unrewarding for me, as well as a waste of my 10 years of electronics engineering experience. Similarly, I could have kept this story to myself, but that would be a waste of a good lesson for others as well as a foregoing of the satisfaction of revenge by making it public in the first place.

May 2008: The First Meeting With "N"

It is the middle of May, 2008. I have just crossed the border from Laos into Thailand, and I am on my way back home to Nonthaburi, which is located just outside of Bangkok. I had been backpacking through the backwoods of Laos for one month, and in the last few months I have been in contact with a girl who I met on a dating website. She lives in Roi Et. Roi Et sits in the middle of Isaan, about midway between Laos and Bangkok. I have never met her in person, but since I will be passing Roi Et on my way to Nonthaburi, we have arranged that I will stop to visit her for a few days.

I arrived in Roi Et the next day, and she was there with her father to pick me up at he bokhawsaw (rural bus station). "N" Lin was a tall girl, more sexy than cute, but nonetheless very attractive. She was not fat, but not thin either, and her big brown eyes made her look a bit more Indian than Thai. I was definitely interested in knowing her more. The three of us found a guesthouse to drop off my luggage, and then her father gave us a tour of Roi Et in his shiny new black Ford pickup truck. In the evening he left us alone and promised to be back to pick his daughter up later that night.

We went off to a pub with live music, and had a few drinks. "N" seemed to be taking a liking to me, and I was glad it was so. A few hours and a few drinks went by, when suddenly she grabbed my crotch under the table! Ladies and gentlemen, we have just lost cabin pressure

For those of you who have stayed in Thailand for some time more than the average tourist and have managed to venture away from the red light districts, you will know that this is definitely not normal behaviour for a Thai woman. In fact, it is not normal behaviour for a farang (western) woman either! I was shocked, and told her to keep her cool. Later on we went back to my hotel room, and taking the obvious hint from an hour before, I got her into the sack without much effort. We had quick sex, since it was late and her father would soon be coming to pick her up and take her home.

The next day the both of them came to my hotel to pick me up for lunch. More touring, and finally her father took me to his house to meet the family. He even let me drive his new pickup truck. That evening, he drove the both of us to my hotel, but this time "N" stayed the entire night. I have never been with a bargirl, and I do not want to be. "N" did not seem to be a bargirl, but that crotch-grabbing incident was still bothering me, so I finally asked her about it. She told me that her husband had died three years prior and she had not had a man since then. Her state of inebriation combined with such a long period of abstinence is what drove her to make the bold move. I was satisfied with the answer, although I could have sworn that she did not look nor act inebriated the previous night.

"N"’s Unfortunate Matrimonial Past

Over the next few days, I learned more of "N"’s unfortunate matrimonial past. She had gotten married to a Thai man seven years prior when she was 21 years old. They went to Taiwan to work in a factory together, and divorced after four years because he had found another woman. "N" wanted to stay in Taiwan to keep making money to send home, so she married a Taiwanese man in order to get a visa. She told me she did not love him, and did it only for the visa, just like Gerard Depardieu did in the movie "Green Card". After one year together, the man told her that he had cancer and would die in a few weeks. He had known this for a longer time, but had kept it a secret, even from his wife, and revealed it only when he was on his deathbed. This seemed rather odd to me, but I took "N"’s word for it. For the ensuing three years, "N" continued to live as a widow in Taiwan, sending money home to her parents. That is how daddy had money for the Cowboy Cadillac he was proudly driving us around in. After her eight year tour of duty in Taiwan, she had decided to come back to Thailand in the beginning of 2008 and start a new life. She would be moving from her parent’s house in Roi Et to Bangkok very soon, and a farang boyfriend looked like a sure foot to step into the new life with.

Touring and Other Things in Roi Et

I stayed in Roi Et for 5 days. With the exception of the first two days touring the town with her father, we spent most of our last three days in bed at my hotel room. This girl was quite hungry, and so was I after not having anything for over one month while in Laos. I believed she must have been hungry, since her three years of abstinence was far longer than my one month.

On our last day together, I decided to be honest with her, and told her that I had another girlfriend who I had been with for quite some time now. "N" cried and that made me feel very guilty, but I promised to see her again. We parted ways, and had no contact for one week while I was with my girlfriend, Jean, who lives in Surin.

From Roi Et to Bangkok

I arrived back in Bangkok at the end of May, and by then "N" had moved there from Roi Et and had set herself up with a beautiful apartment in Bang Na, near Suwanaphoom Airport. The building complex was very new, and housed a lot of farang since a typical Thai could not afford the 10,000+ baht/month rent. "N" proudly announced that she had found a great job with a tour company and was making 40,000 baht/month plus a 6,000 baht monthly housing allowance. All she needed to do was top up the corporate sponsorship for the housing with another 4,000 baht per month from her regular income, and her HiSo living accommodation was paid for. What kind of tour company in Thailand can pay a girl without a university degree so well? She told me that this company catered to older, rich Chinese tourists going to Pattaya for some fun. I think you get my point. "N" was by no means a bar girl, but she was a great asset to the sales department because of her fluent command of the Chinese language. I guess having lived in Taiwan for eight years was still having its benefits.

It was now the beginning of June. I had known "N" for two weeks, and we spent the rest of the month meeting every few days. I always went to stay at her apartment, since her abode was far superior to my humble flat in Nonthaburi. Sex with this 28 year old girl was great, so we stayed in bed most of the time that we were together. She did not complain that I had another girlfriend, but she did say on a few occasions that one day in the future I will have to finally decide who I want to be with.

July: Off to Canada

At the beginning of July I went back to Canada to visit my family. I bode farewell to "N", and told her I would go to Canada alone. In fact, I took Jean with me, who stayed for three weeks and returned to Thailand at the end of July, while I continued to stay in Canada. During that time, I kept regular contact with "N" by email, MSN chat, and the occasional phone call.

In August she informed me that the tour company she was working for was moving to Pattaya, and she did not want to go to such a place of ill-repute. So she will quit her work and will have to move to a cheaper place to live by the end of August.

Mistake! Oh, Stupid me!

Then something nasty happened. I made the mistake of sending an email to Jean, and also forwarding it to "N"! New email server, new software, and brain out of gear, this is my excuse. It was clear from the contents of the email that Jean had spent a few weeks in Canada with me. The jig was up. Now "N" knew my secret. After that she became a bit distant, but we still exchanged sweet emails. The following is an email she sent me only 2 days after she found out about me having taken Jean to Canada:

From: Nee lin <private>@hotmail.com



Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2008 07:01:51 -0400


To:
me@me.com


Subject: teerak


>


>


> teerak tomorow i have packing my bag for new apartment also.my work finish already…we have 2 girl go to phuket and 3 quit. in phuket have more tourist that why they want to move and u know now low season last month we have only 200 tourist come…very sad ..but i have interviwe new job already but i will start in next 3 months ..i must find someting do while i wait for that job …oh i know u will ask me what kind of job hehe..that stroe for jewelry dont wonder how can i do that yes i dont know about jewelry but they must teach me frist for 3 months they will open in next 6 months and i can get salary when i start learn that..they want 6 store in thai ..they have factory that big building close to airport 6 floor.so they will find 6 people now they have 2 . teerak many thing for carry..need some help form u teerak but u not here…Did u miss me? teerak u feel better now? …i will happy to hear form u…"N"


Note that she had just moved to a cheaper apartment, still in Bang Na, and wishes that I was there to help her. She was also in the process
of starting a new job, after one month of unemployment.

At the end of September she informed me that she found a new job at a mobile phone shop near Siam Centre, and that I would love her new apartment because it is on a very quiet soi. She knew well that I hate the deafening noise that seems to be everywhere
in Thailand. Over the course of the following two months she reassured me that she was not looking for anyone, and that she was still waiting
for me. In fact, she will be glad to pick me up at the airport when I arrive in the middle of November. I told her to get ready because
I was not seeing anyone in Canada, and I will be very hungry when I arrive. We even talked about her starting on the birth control pill
before I came back so that we can jump into our carnal activities right after my flight without worry.

November: Back to Thailand

I landed at Suwanaphoom around 10PM on November 16 and waited an hour for "N", but she did not show up. I called her twice, but her mobile phone was turned off. It was a long wait since I had a high fever and no medicine. I got very, very worried
that something terrible had happened to her. We had been planning our meeting for many months now, and we had planned to stay together
for the first few days in her new apartment on the quiet soi she had boasted about. After I got back to my apartment in Nonthaburi,
I called her many times that night, but her mobile remained off. Finally, I fully succumbed to the nasty flu that had laid out
half the people I know back in Canada, and left my mother with pneumonia. My room was spinning, and I was shaking from the cold,
even though it was over 25C in there. The fever I started on the flight was now worsening.

The next day her phone was still off, but I managed to go downstairs on shaky legs to the Internet café and send her an email. I got a reply the same day, saying that she was fine, and I need not worry about her. She needs time alone because her
life is not going too well at the moment. I told her to please call me, I want to know what is wrong, and I am here to help
her. The next day came another email, but still she did not give her phone number. Rather, she asked for mine. I just wanted
to hear her voice, but she was forcing me to wait another day to get her reply by email.

Mission Impossible: Find "N"’s Workplace

I remembered that she had told me that her new work was at a mobile phone shop near Siam Centre, and decided to go look for her, regardless of how sick I was. In September she had sent me a picture of herself at work, and there was enough of the shop
visible that I felt confident I could recognize it if I was lucky enough to find it. I spent half a day checking every
mobile shop at Siam Centre, Siam Paragon, Siam Discovery, and Lido, as well as some back alleys in the area. By the
evening the fever was worsening, but I decided to check one last place; MBK Centre. I almost had a heart attack when
I arrived on the fourth floor only to find well over 200 mobile phone shops, and crowds that made it next to impossible
to navigate between them. Needless to say, I persevered, and eventually found a shop that had a door identical to the
one in the photo that "N" had sent me. There were a few people working there, but no sign of "N".
By then the fever was affecting my balance, and I decided to go back home before people might begin to think that I
was drunk.

The next day "N" came online on MSN just as I was writing her an email begging her to break the silence. I told her I was at her workplace yesterday, but did not find her. She did not believe me, so I told her to wait; I will be there in an
hour.

Meeting Again After Half a Year

When I walked up to the counter of the mobile phone shop, there was the girl I had not seen for almost half a year now. She was slimmer than before I went to Canada, and she was dressed very nicely with a sexy touch, giving an advantage to her work as
a saleswoman. When she saw me, her eyes froze in a deep stare into mine, and I felt like I was the soldier
long given up for dead who comes back after the war and arrives in his town only to be greeted by shocked,
speechless acquaintances. When she finally could believe her eyes, she came to me from behind the counter
and threw her arm tightly around my waist. We walked with our arms around each other through MBK to a café,
and had a talk. I gave her my gifts I had bought with me from Canada, a set of glass candle holders and
a pewter piggy bank in the replica of the vintage Toronto Dominion Bank building in downtown Toronto. In
the accompanying card I had written that the candle holders were for her new apartment on the quiet soi,
and the piggy bank was a symbol to help her save money in order to get out of her financial woes.

I asked her why she was avoiding me. Did she have a boyfriend? She told me she did not. She had too many other problems in life to worry about men. Her financial situation was not good. The landlord at the apartment on the quiet soi was demanding that
she pay an exorbitant amount for the electricity bill, somewhere around the sum of 3,000 baht, plus
other surcharges. She could not pay, so she was evicted, and they kept all her belongings as collateral.
The collateral was against the 18,000 baht that she ended up owing her landlord. So now she was living
with a female room-mate in a small apartment around Victory Monument, in the centre of Bangkok.

Before we parted, she told me that her real problem is my girlfriend, Jean. She does not want to be the number two girl, so if I want to be back with her again, then I know what I will have to do with Jean. I told her that I will take care of that, not
to worry.

"N" Has a New Boy Now

Over the following few days she gave me her phone number and we began to talk like a normal couple again. Finally, one week later, she told me that she had lied to me and she does have a boyfriend, but does not live with him.

Apparently she met him back in September, but does not get along with him very well. He is 2 years younger than her, is still married to an ex bargirl, and has a six year old son. According to her, he is an arrogant fat oaf from the UK, who has been living
here in Thailand for the past 7 years ever since he knocked up a bargirl and consequently
had to marry her. His biggest interests in life are football, beer, pizza, and more
football. He has a bright future in Thailand teaching English, since he could not make
it as a car salesman back home. But the big problem is his arrogance and impoliteness
in public, to the point that "N" is ashamed to be with him in when other
people are around. She reassured me that she was on her way out of this dead-end relationship
and will dump the Limey very soon.

I should not talk bad about "N"’s new boyfriend, since he has done no harm to me. In fact, I will not even mention his name, in order to grant him some privacy.

December: Not Thinking of Christmas This Year

It is now the beginning of December, two weeks since I arrived back in Thailand. I had no interest to visit Jean in Surin. Jean, the girl who I had taken to Canada, and it is because of her that I have almost lost "N". As the days went on, I
began to fall more and more in love with "N". My girl was sleeping
with another man!!! I spent many painful sleepless nights alone in my apartment.
I lost interest in all other girls, and chased away the few others that
I knew. I talked to "N" every day on the phone and on MSN, but
only during the daytime while she was at work. She told me not to call
her after work because her friend she was rooming with would go to sleep
very early and she would be annoyed by her chatter on the phone. She and
the friend shared the same bed, so there was no privacy.

I decided that it was time I made my decision and let Jean go. At least "N" could come and stay with me some nights, which is better than her sleeping with her girlfriend in the same bed in some dump near Victory Monument. I went to Surin on
December 2nd, and came back on the 7th as a single man. I left Jean
crying in a pool of tears.

I was getting ready to tell "N" that I was now free for her, but she sent me a disturbing email before I could break the news to her. She told me that she lives with her boyfriend already, and that she is very sad, because she has lost her first
real chance at true love with me. She cannot leave this man because
of her financial situation and also because she has been living
with him since the middle of September, which is TWO MONTHS before
I came back from Canada!!!

I went down to MBK to meet her, and asked her why she had not told me this before. Her answer was that she loves me so much, that she did not want to lose me by telling me everything at once. Her strategy was to reveal the story piece-meal, which would
make it more manageable for me, and maybe I would not leave
her. Her strategy worked. I was hooked and I could not even
get upset at her, even though she had been lying to my face
since I came back from Canada, and in addition lying in email
for two months prior to that.

Then she continued and told me that when she found out in August that I had taken Jean to Canada, she was devastated. She had just moved to an unfamiliar apartment in a very quiet neighbourhood, and in addition had become recently unemployed. With so
much time on her hands, she spent a full two weeks crying
alone in her room and drinking heavily. One morning she
had woken up in the bathroom with her head resting on top
of the toilet. It was then that she realized that she must
do something before she became a complete wreck, and out
of desperation forced herself to get out of her apartment
and socialize a bit, and that is how she met her new boyfriend.
He was the knight in shining armour who came to her emotional
rescue. Oh, did I ever feel guilty for having done this
to an innocent girl, while I was having a good time with
my family in Canada!

It is now the middle of December and "N" and I have been talking more and more, which does me more harm than good since my heart aches even more at night when I can not call her after she had arrived home to be with her boy.

An Early Christmas Present

One particular lonesome night my mobile rang at 1AM. It was "N"! She never called after working hours. I hurriedly pick up the phone, and she was sobbing. She told me that she just had a big fight with her boyfriend. He roughed her up a bit,
and threw her mobile phone across the floor.
She asked if she could come over. Of course!,
I told her. She was at my apartment within
an hour, and I knew that my wish had come true.
He had finally gone over the limit, and "N"
had the excuse to leave him. She stayed with
me for two days, and needless to say, we had
a lot of catching up to do in sex! We had not
been with each other for almost half a year
now. Christmas had come early for me this year.

Her boyfriend kept calling her every few hours, sobbing like a baby, until finally she felt sorry for him and went back to him. I had not expected this, but here I was alone again.

Three days later it happened again, except this time the fat oaf beat her up and smashed her mobile phone to pieces. She came over with bruises all over her arms and legs. I am not an angel when it comes to women, since there have been times that I had
more than one at the same time. But
one thing I can say with pride is that
I never, ever hit or physically hurt
a woman, even though I do have a very
bad temper.

I have no respect for anyone who does, so I believe that I am being too fair to this boyfriend of hers by protecting his anonymity. So I will divulge some, but not all that I know about him. His name is <edited by Stick>,
and he hails from <edited by Stick>.
The last I know, he is an English
teacher at a school in <edited by Stick>,
and occasionally teaches at <edited by Stick>.
Apparently he has no university
degree either, and neither does
he have a work permit if I am to
believe "N" –
more on his illegal alien status
later.

This time "N" brought a few bags of her clothes and toiletries over and said that she would not go back to live in <edited by Stick>
again. But alas, two days later
she was back with him, after
he had sobbed a river to her
over the phone. He was starting
to sound like a real piece
of work; a spoiled baby. I
felt sorry for "N",
and bought her a new mobile
phone, while I continued to
use my 7 year old Nokia.

New Year's Eve went by without an incident. I could not understand why "N" could not leave him. She seemed ready to leave him before he had developed a penchant for woman-beating, so what was holding her there now? During my visits to her
work, her boss had taken
a linking to me, and she
had been pushing "N"
to leave him, especially
since her salesgirl was
showing up to work regularly
now showing obvious signs
of being on the receiving
end of domestic violence.
Maybe her boss could tell
me something I did not
know, so I decided to visit
MBK on a day that "N"
was not working.

Her boss told me that ever since I came back from Canada, "N" has only talked good things about me at work, and constantly complained about the other guy. Everyone at her workplace hated him. But, she could not understand why "N" was
unable to finally leave
him. Her last words
to me were to hang
in there, keep supporting
"N" because
she does indeed love
me deeply, and she
will come back to me
very soon.

"N" also promised that she will come back to me very soon, but what was stopping her at the moment was the fear of what he would do if she left him. When I asked her to elaborate in more detail, she said that he would come to her workplace at
MBK to harass her,
and follow her
home to wherever
her new place may
be. I told her
that it is practically
impossible for
him to do that,
given she works
in such a busy
place and travels
by pubic transit
packed with people.
In return, she
said that he is
a bit insane, and
would definitely
stalk her and hunt
her down, even
if that requires
that he force himself
into a taxi with
her after work.
In addition, since
he had hacked her
email account back
in November (and
deleted my flight
information I sent
to "N"),
there is a good
chance that he
knew my address
in Nonthaburi,
had he the foresight
to write it down
back then. In this
case, if she moved
in with me, I could
expect a crazed
madman to come
knocking at my
door, ready to
kill the both of
us with his bare
hands. Here is
an excerpt from
one of our MSN
chats (My ID is
Shinsegae):

Shinsegae says:

do yu stay with him cos you really love him, or do you stay cos he will do something bad if you leave him?

Shinsegae says:

does he know something about you that he will tell your parents if you leave him?

Nee says:

UMM….YES i worry he will do bad thing for sure if i leave him

This was not the only time she said she was worried that he will do something bad . I heard I from her in person as well as on MSN almost every week for the past month. She had me convinced that she was indeed being physically held hostage in this relationship,
and
I
just
needed
to
wait
for
the
right
time
for
her
to
make
her
“escape”.

January 2009: Romeo & Juliet

The entire month of January was like a scene out of Romeo and Juliet. "N" came over to my apartment every morning at about 10AM. Her boyfriend left to work at 8AM, and she did not have to be at MBK until 1PM. For an entire month she visited
me
every
morning,
and
many
times
I
had
breakfast
ready
for
her
by
the
time
she
arrived.
Then
we
would
talk
and
have
wild
sex
until
noon.
Both
of
us
would
shower
together,
and
I
would
go
with
her
to
work
at
MBK.
I
stayed
at
her
work
all
day
until
8PM,
and
then
we
would
come
back
together.
At
Bang
Sue
we
would
part
ways,
she
would
go
home
to
<
edited by Stick>,
and
I
would
continue
to
travel
to
Nonthaburi.
I
patiently
waited
for
her
to
find
the
right
time
to
leave
him;
the
time
that
would
be
right
so
as
to
not
turn
this
schoolteacher
into
an
ax-wielding
stalker.
During
all
those
days
that
I
spent
at
her
work,
I
would
read
books
(Jared
Diamond)
and
occasionally
put
my
engineering
degree
to
work
packing
mobile
phones
into
boxes,
pro bono I
must
add.

January Ends With a big Punch-up and a Pregnancy

Each fight got worse than the previous one. This time <edited by Stick>
punched
her
in
the
eye,
and
began
kicking
her
when
she
fell
to
the
ground.
She
managed
to
hit
him
over
the
head
with
a
beer
bottle
in
self
defense.
As
soon
as
she
could
run
out
of
their
apartment,
she
took
a
taxi
and
came
to
my
place,
with
a
few
more
bags
of
belongings.
She
said
that
she
had
no
more
belongings
left
at
the
apartment
in
Bang
Sue.
She
looked
quite
beat
up
indeed,
one
bloody
eyeball
and
an
assortment
of
black
bruises
on
her
arms
and
legs.
This
was
the
last
straw.
There
is
no
way
she
could
go
back
after
such
a
beating.
She
stayed
with
me
all
the
next
day.
Lately
she
had
taken
many
days
off
from
work
due
to
domestic
violence,
and
had
begun
to
worry
about
her
work.

That evening, <edited by Stick>
called,
and
cried
to
her
that
he
had
to
be
admitted
to
the
hospital
to
get
his
head
stitched.
Unbelievably,
"N"
quickly
left
me
to
go
visit
him,
but
promised
to
be
back
in
an
hour
or
two.
She
finally
showed
up
5
hours
later,
and
told
me
that
she
is
pregnant.
She
had
gone
to
the
hospital
to
visit
him,
and
told
him
that
it
is
over
between
them,
when
he
demanded
that
she
take
a
pregnancy
test
right
there
on
the
spot,
since
she
had
missed
her
last
period.
This
was
his
trump
card,
and
he
won.
Her
test
came
back
positive,
and
now
she
will
have
to
stay
with
him.
I
know
"N"
always
wanted
a
baby,
so
an
abortion
would
definitely
be
out
of
the
question.

My world fell apart that night. My girl was pregnant with another man’s baby. There is nothing that I can do now. I thought it was all over. By now I had lost 10kg and was beginning to show some other unhealthy signs. I could not concentrate on
my
job
search,
and
had
to
completely
give
up
drinking
because
my
nerves
could
not
handle
all
this
stress
anymore.
For
the
first
time
in
my
life
I
felt
like
I
was
going
to
crack
up
and
have
to
get
admitted
to
a
psychological
institute.
I
had
hit
a
very
low
point
of
my
life.

D.I.Y. Medical Abortion

Two days later "N" realized that there was a chance that she could be pregnant from me. If she has this baby, the paternity will be in question. Abortion is illegal in Thailand, but there is a combination of local medicine that can be taken
to
carry
out
what
is
called
a
medical
abortion.
It
is
some
Thai
formula,
and
is
called
“yaa
tamjai
cab
lao
khao”
and
“yaa
sadri”.

"N" explained it to me.
Yaa
tamjai
is
a
white
powder.
It
has
to
be
mixed
with
lao
kao
(Thai
vodka)
and
drank.
After
that,
wash
it
down
with
a
bottle
of
“yaa
sadri”.
Yaa
sadri
is
taken
to
force
the
next
period.
Many
women
who
have
irregular
periods
take
it
just
for
that.
But
this
combination
taken
all
together
is
supposed
to
be
very
effective
for
inducing
an
automatic
abortion.

The entire cocktail costs less than 150 baht, and is available at almost all corner pharmacies around Thailand. That is what "N" told me.

I really had my doubts about this type of “snake-oil” medicine, but she called me the night she drank it, and the next day came over to see me. She was indeed bleeding very heavily, and it was not a normal period. I saw the mess, so you
will
have
to
take
my
word
for
it
that
she
was
not
having
a
normal
period.
It
did
not
look
nor
smell
normal.

After she had gone back to him again, I decided that I need to try to distance myself from this scene. They are both cockroaches, and they should live in their own filth and excrement. This is easy to say, but hard to do if you are in love with one of
the
cockroaches.
But
I
was
determined
to
save
myself
from
complete
nervous
breakdown,
and
as
a
result
"N"
and
I
met
less
often
in
February,
and
by
the
beginning
of
March
I
had
almost
completely
pushed
her
out
of
my
life.

March: The Knife Fight

Cockroaches and "N" are not easy to get rid of. I got another distressed call in the morning of March 12th. They had just finished another fight, and this time a kitchen knife was involved. "N"’s finger was slashed to the bone,
and
there
was
blood
all
over
the
apartment.
Security
had
come
and
opened
the
door
to
break
up
the
melee.
I
told
her
not
to
come
running
to
me
anymore.
She
needed
to
fix
her
problems
on
her
own
this
time.
That
night
she
came
over
and
I
checked
her
finger.
It
was
cut
very
deep,
and
had
not
been
cleaned.
I
took
her
to
Nonthavej,
one
of
the
best
hospitals
here
in
Nonthaburi,
and
paid
close
to
4,000
baht
for
the
cleaning
and
suturing
of
the
wound.
She
told
me
that
she
will
pay
me
back
when
she
gets
the
money,
and
I
accepted
her
offer,
since
I
had
spent
quite
a
bit
of
money
on
her
over
the
previous
3
months.
As
a
reward,
I
had
a
good
romp
in
bed
with
her
before
we
parted
ways.

Rather than move in with me, she went to live with a friend for over a week, until eventually her boyfriend was able to persuade her to come back to live with him again. Later on, I found out that she never left him in the first place, but she did not
want
to
tell
me
that
for
fear
of
losing
me.
To
this
day
she
sticks
to
her
story
that
she
did
indeed
leave
him
for
a
week.

Things Cool Down Between Us

By now it was March and I had stopped going to her work, and she had stopped visiting me in the mornings. It seemed that I could finally try to forget "N" and begin healing myself. It was very hard and painful to do, but I had to be strong.
I
thank
all
my
friends
who
spent
hours
on
the
phone
with
me
each
night,
giving
me
the
emotional
encouragement
that
I
so
desperately
needed.

At the beginning of April, he roughed up "N" again, and this time she moved out to a hotel. She called me and asked me to come over, but I refused. I told her that I did not want to be involved with this anymore. It was very hard for me to refuse
such
an
offer,
but
I
managed
to
do
so.

April: Newalee Back With a Vengeance

A few days later, she came over to my apartment, and was crying. She begged me through tear-soaked eyes to give her just one last chance to come back to me. She spent the following two days with me berating him, and decided to report him to the immigration
police.

Apparently David’s tourist visa had been expired for almost one year now, and in addition, he is working without a work permit. "N" wanted to report him to the proper authorities, and hopefully his wife-beating ass would get thrown out
of
the
Kingdom
and
with
some
luck,
he
will
get
blacklisted
and
not
allowed
to
come
back
for
some
time.
It
is
farang khee nok (bird
shit
foreigners)
like
him
that
make
the
good
ones
of
us
look
bad.
I
was
at
the
point
where
it
would
be
no
problem
for
me
to
do
this
country
a
favour
and
do
myself
a
favour
too.
I
accepted
"N"
asking
me
to
help
her,
and
I
reported
David
to
the
immigration
police.
So
far,
nothing
has
been
done,
and
he
is
still
staying
and
working
illegally
in
Thailand.

I told "N" that I could not take her in because I knew that she was still talking and meeting with her boyfriend, even though she was living in a hotel. "N"’s boss was more than eager to see it end with him, so she was paying
for
"N"’s
hotel
room,
while
taking
her
every
evening
in
her
car
to
search
for
an
apartment.
She
asked
me
to
spend
time
with
"N"
because
she
saw
that
this
time
"N"
was
serious
about
leaving
him.
She
told
me
that
"N"
needed
my
emotional
support,
and
was
ready
to
leave
him.
The
problem
was
that
"N"
could
not
afford
much
of
an
apartment
with
her
10,000
baht/month
salary.
Or
should
I
say,
she
could
not
afford
something
that
was
up
to
her
level
of
standards,
and
I
was
not
willing
to
take
her
in
until
she
cut
all
contact
with
him
for
at
least
a
month.
She
had
gone
back
to
him
enough
times
in
the
past,
so
I
needed
to
be
sure
of
her
commitment
to
leaving
him
before
I
could
commit
to
living
with
her.

So back to the scene where she is crying and begging me to please give her just one chance. The tables are now turned. I told her that if she can cut ALL contact with him for at least one month, then I will consider taking her in. I had waited patiently
five
months
for
her,
a
woman
living
with
another
man,
while
I
lived
alone
and
turned
down
many
opportunities
with
other
women.
She
had
come
to
me
many
times,
and
left
me
just
as
many
times,
so
now
I
was
weary.
This
time
she
will
have
to
leave
him
without
any
help
from
me,
and
if
she
could
really
do
it,
then,
and
only
then,
will
I
believe
her.
She
promised
to
leave
that
animal,
and
gave
me
her
pinky
finger
to
shake,
which
is
a
sign
of
promise
and
telling
the
truth
in
Thai
culture.

The Very End of Us

"N"’s foray into living alone lasted all but one week. Just after Songkran (April 19 to be precise), she went back to live with him. I took all of her belongings that she had accumulated in my apartment since December and dropped them
off
at
her
work
on
Sunday
when
I
knew
she
had
the
day
off.
As
far
as
I
know,
David
planned
to
please
her
by
promising
to
move
out
of
<
edited by Stick>
into
a
house.
"N"
continued
to
lie
to
her
boss
for
another
month
that
she
was
living
alone.
She
was
ashamed
to
tell
her
that
paying
for
her
hotel
and
taking
time
after
work
driving
around
apartment-hunting
had
all
been
in
vain.

At the end of May, "N" tried to contact me a few times, and I told her clearly each time to leave me alone. Since then, I have heard very little from her.

Now the narrator’s voice interrupts the story. The narrator is me, and I have learned a lot more in the past few weeks. Things are not what they had seemed to be all along. Let us start by going back to the point where "N" had just moved
from
Roi
Et
into
her
nice
expensive
apartment
in
Bang
Na.
She
had
just
started
working
for
the
tour
company
at
40,000
baht/month,
plus
6,000
baht/month
accommodation
allowance.

Narrator:

“Tom, how could you have been so gullible? There was no 40,000 baht/month job. In fact, she was unemployed the entire time you were shagging her in that apartment. Did you not find it strange that when you stayed there on the occasional weekday,
she
did
not
go
to
work?
Nor
did
she
call
in
sick.

The apartment was paid for by a man who came to Thailand frequently on business. The man is the C.E.O. of a Danish multinational company that had recently set up office in Thailand. Their new office is located on Sri Nakarin Road, only a few kilometers
from
"N"’s
apartment.
Did
you
never
question
why
"N"
was
living
in
Bang
Na,
way
out
in
the
sticks?

This fellow is big fish. He probably has a wife and kids back home in Denmark, but it is understandable that he pay a little more and have his own apartment and girl waiting for him in Thailand rather than having to stay in a hotel room. In return, the
girl
can
take
care
of
the
place
while
he
is
gone,
and
live
there
free.
Both
parties
win.
However,
I
am
sure
that
it
was
not
in
the
deal
that
she
bring
other
men
to
shag
in
the
same
bed.
If
you
do
not
believe
this,
then
I
can
tell
you
the
name
and
email
address
of
this
man,
but
not
here
on
this
website!
Tom,
you
really
got
duped
on
that
one!”

Now flashback to the scene where "N" got my email and found out that Jean had gone with me to Canada:

Narrator:

“Remember how bad you were Tom, breaking "N"’s heart. It was the end of August 2008, and she had just lost her job with the Chinese tour company (which you know now she never existed). She had just moved to a cheaper apartment
across
the
road,
and
was
crying
over
you
alone
in
her
new
place
for
two
weeks,
until
one
morning
she
woke
up
on
her
bathroom
floor
with
her
head
resting
on
top
of
the
toilet.
It
was
after
those
two
weeks
that
she
found
her
job
at
MBK,
in
September.
But
it
was
not
so:

I have found out from her boss that she started working at MBK in July. She was not unemployed and crying over you, alone in her apartment for the first two weeks of September. Flashback to her email sent at the end of August":

teerak tomorow i have packing my bag for new apartment also.my work finish already…we have 2 girl go to phuket and 3 quit. in phuket have more tourist that why they want to move and u know now low season last month we have only 200 tourist come…very sad ..but i have interviwe new job already but i will start in next 3 months ..i must find someting do while i wait for that job .

"All a complete lie, Tom. Did you know that she met her boyfriend about the same time that you went to Canada (July), and not September like she had claimed?

You now realize that she met him before she even found out about Jean going to Canada with you, don't you? She was never alone and unemployed crying over you. And now come to think of it, there is another thing I can speculate:

She never moved to the cheaper apartment across the street in Bang Na. That would not make sense, since now that you know she was already working at MBK, Bang Na would be too far to commute from to work every day. I am bloody sure that at the end of August,
she
moved
to
live
with
him
in
<
edited by Stick>.
So
the
time
that
she
claimed
to
be
living
alone
and
crying
over
you,
she
was
actually
living
with
him
already.
And
she
had
the
nerve
to
make
you
feel
guilty
that
you
were
not
there
to
help
her
move
her
belongings.
Remember
the
last
line
of
her
email
that
I
have
shown
our
audience
so
far.
She
was
actually
moving
to
live
with
him":

teerak many thing for carry..need some help form u teerak but u not here…Did u miss me? teerak u feel better now? …i will happy to hear form u…"N"

"And she had the nerve to ask you in November to leave Jean for her! Now you see how cold and calculating that was! After destroying your relationship with Jean, it was still not enough for her. She kept you hanging on for another 5 months, giving
you
hope
that
she
would
soon
find
the
right
time
cease
being
hostage
to
her
abusive
boyfriend
and
unhappy
relationship.
It
boggles
my
mind
that
there
are
people
out
there,
living
among
us,
who
can
act
this
way.

Why did she leave the expensive apartment in Bang Na? Did the C.E.O. find out that she was parading men into his apartment while he was away and finally kick her out?

Why does "N" say that she owes 18,000 baht to the second apartment? Because she was not able to pay, they kept all of her belongings. But now we can be almost sure that there was no second apartment. That means the 18,000 baht collateral is
also
a
lie.
What
happened
to
her
new
notebook
computer
she
had
at
the
time
you
met
her

the
same
notebook
that
she
used
to
meet
you
and
<
edited by Stick>?
It
is
possible
that
the
notebook
belonged
to
the
C.E.O.,
or
even
possible
that
she
sold
it.
Only
she
knows,
Tom.

As for her situation with the boyfriend, I can only speculate that he has something she needs. He beats her, which is a fact. She complains much about him, not only to you but to others. Her actions did not show that she truly loves him. How could she
love
him
and
shag
you
for
4
months
while
living
with
him?
The
only
reason
I
can
speculate
that
she
stays
with
him
is
that
he
is
helping
her
a
lot
financially
and/or
he
has
promised
something
great
for
her
in
the
future
(such
as
a
house
after
they
get
married,
or
a
visa
to
the
U.K.)

It is even possible that her reasons for staying are not this ambitious. Having found a gullible buffoon who believes all her lies without question gives her the security that he will not find out about her sordid past and she will be able to manipulate
and
deceive
him
in
the
future
After
all,
teachers
are
not
known
to
ask
questions
since
they
have
to
know
it
all
in
the
first
place.
Quite
the
opposite
to
us
engineers,
who
are
always
asking
questions.
Moving
out
would
mean
an
instant
downgrade
to
the
lifestyle
she
has
gotten
used
to,
and
to
start
all
over
with
a
new
man
comes
with
a
lot
of
risk.
In
the
end,
time
will
reveal
the
truth.

Tom, you have a university degree and over 10 years work experience in cutting-edge companies as an electronics engineer. You speak 3 languages (Thai does not count). You have traveled around the world alone. You have been shot at, you have been mugged,
you
have
been
lost
in
the
jungle,
only
to
name
a
few
of
what
you
have
been
through.
But
you
survived
and
learned.
Yet,
a
Thai
woman
with
only
a
high
school
degree
who
has
not
ventured
farther
from
Thailand
than
Taiwan
was
able
to
deceive
you,
and
do
it
so
well.
Not
to
mention
that
she
is
10
years
younger
than
you!

From now on, trust your instincts. They have saved your life before, and in hindsight, you can now see that they were right back when she grabbed your nuts at the pub in Roi Et. And one last thing, do recall what Sun Tzu wrote in
The
Art
of
War
:
‘Never under-estimate the enemy’.
You
read
the
book
only
months
before
you
started
your
world
travels.
You
should
have
taken
heed.

Had you been smart, you could have avoided all this heartache and wasted effort; however it would have been a shame not to have such a story like this one to share with the rest of the world. What a strange trip it has been, all without a backpack…"

Stickman's thoughts:

I really don't understand you. You fell for a girl because, let's face it, the sex was good. Sex and love are different, baby! You scoff off at an English teacher with no money yet admit you live in a shitty room despite having a so-called decent job?! And then you had a girlfriend for several months who you kept as a backup plan which is exactly what "N" was doing to you.

I don't like it that you sent this with people's identities either – which I subsequently removed. Note to readers: sorry for the heavy editing.

There is something I have to say here and please to all you Canadians, don't take offence. I have found the Canadians to be a great bunch, friendly and for the most part they give a great impression of their country to the point it is a place I'd like to visit. But man oh man, when you read these "Thai girl did me wrong" stories it is Canadians who get hit hardest. Countless times it is the poor Canadian. I have no idea why that is, but there is a definite trend!