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Here is a brief synopsis of the life of Hpoonis thus far from November-ish.

November begins....plans are well underway for a Fijiian (sp) wedding twixt myself and the Aussie. Platinum wedding ring sits in a nice lacquer box here waiting to be used. Aussie goes to dance classes...suddenly the phone does not get answered and no texts responded to...what gives? Well what gives is that Aussie has discovered a turnip farmer from the Ukraine - being an Aussie since year one. The Hoppins-Bax scenario comes to a close.

Hopping takes it hard....well after 7 years who wouldn't?

She then tells me he has gone back to his wife. Doesn't prevent me taking a surplus of sleeping tablets. Attempt 1 fails but is comedic. Next morning I am carted off to hospital and awake to find myself wired up to all kinds of electronica. Every time I move an alarm goes off. I adopt stealth tactics...slow the heart rate down, disconnect the wiring, collect my apparel and ninja my way out of the hospital.

Now here it becomes vague for a while...

I call a friend and he meets me at my favourite cafe. I cannot even hold a cup of tea in my hand without it spilling everywhere. At some point two police cars and 5 officers arrive. "IS your name Marc?" I am asked.

"No, Martin", comes the reply. I am home and hosed. The officer makes her way into the cafe. "While you are there can you get me another pot of tea?", I ask. She returns and questions em further whereupon I confess all and am calmly marched to the jam sandwich and hauled off to the clink. The cry goes up, "Bad Show, old boy!"

I get searched...even semi-anally and spend some time in the cells before a Psyche comes to give me the once over and I am released. I cannot really recall getting home.

Now.....Aussie informs me after a period of time that turnip boy has not really gone back to his wife seeing as he was divorced 6 years previously. He only went back for Xmas to see the children! They have been constant companions ever since.

There has also beena certain amount of financial, emotional and other stress factors involved but one thing leads to another and attempt #2 occurs via knife and wrists. There is not a lot of damage overall so I don't really inform anyone. Just patch up and carry on!

On top of this my job suddenly disappears. So I have no job, no woman, no residency. I am able to own property and pay taxes but not get any assistance from NZ at all....but this is of no moment.

Seems that I am now very aware of 3 things....

I am supposed to be alone at this point.

God wants me for something...I believe this.

I have to begin to think creatively vis-a-vis finances.

OH! And one more thing....she has also fucked me financially :)