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EDIT: He started sending opals to my mum, from Coober Pedy, since he's apparently mining there. For some fucking reason, my mum has ideas to GO there and MINE with him too! FOR FUCKING OPALS. I....I don't know what to say! I said to her "Have you already forgotten what we went through less than a month ago!? And you want to go there to him, the fucker that hit you AND your daughter!?!?!" I just can't believe the nerve my mum has for even considering such ....treason!! It's as if jewelry just magically solves all our conflicts - how can my mum be so shallow!?!? This is completely unacceptable - where is MY say in all this!? What next, you go there and you return with HIM!? He fucking sends you opals and you somehow have ideas to go there (no doubt he encouraged it), but oh no, let's just forget the fact he fucking committed DOMESTIC VIOLENCE ON YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD. where is the justice!? When does this just END already!? Didn't you learn anything!? I even have concerns that he could try to harm her. I just don't know what to say.... I really hope she decides against such bullshit, because he is NOT someone you can TRUST. I mean, he fcking LIED about all the so-called "millions" he had. Since he pissed off FAAAAR away (not far enough) from ever seeing his solicitor again just screams that he was conning my mum the whole fucking time. WAKE UP. Major facepalm right there. When she said all this, I felt sick to my stomach. The fact that he even still calls her boils me up. Why can't you stay OUT OF OUR LIVES!? YEAH, MUST FEEL GOOD REALIZING YOU FUCKED UP HUH, NOW THAT YOU'RE ALONE AND ALL BECAUSE OF YOUR OWN FAILURE AS A HUMAN BEING?? OH NO, THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT - I SEE YOU NEVER TRIED TO APOLOGIZE TO ME; WHERE'S MY FUCKING APOLOGY-OPALS, HUH???? FUCK. OFF. AND YOU CAN SHOVE YOUR OPALS FAR UP YOUR RECTUM THAT YOU SHIT OPALS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE MINING THEM. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME. /end edit.

Things haven't gotten any better, just to add to the original post below this one (beyond the line of hyphens).

On the 23rd of Dec, I got into an altercation with my mum's bf, in which he hit me across the face twice. I can't even remember if he hit me a third time. He hit me when I was defenceless as I had a plate of food in one hand, and a cup in the other and of course everything crashed on the ground and I fell in it - also TWICE. and yet, this mf was still hitting me. Of course, I'm not one to let someone just trample all over me without me biting back. I tried to kick him between the legs and scratch him, but I kept losing my footing on the now wet and shard-covered floor. It stopped when my mum intervened, but she didn't see him hit me. the coward attacked me again when she went to get the mop...
I don't really want to have to explain the whole thing again. Maybe if you really want to, you can find it on my tumblr. I started screaming at him, that everything he told my mum was a lie and that he learned nothing in his pitiful life.. My jaw felt dislocated and bruises were showing up on my face, arm and leg. I had a cut on the inside of my lip where he slapped me. I don't know why I didn't think of calling the police - all I could think about was how scared I was to tell anyone. I was afraid that the situation would escalate and it would be because of me. Granted, I understand that this mf was the one that hit me first.

The next day, I raged when my mum said that he had told her that I hit him FIRST!!! When I showed her all the cuts and bruises, she became upset of course - and I was a mess of rage, hatred and despair. When he came home (my mum's house is NOT his home, he doesn't even deserve to be here), my mum confronted him about lying to her. I listened in from the hallway, heart racing, ready to scream at him at any second...but then he remained silent once my mum started getting angry, making it obvious he had lied. I saw my God mother that same day (christmas eve). She looked like she was going to cry...imagine how hard it was for me, it makes me so angry and upset to have to be the one to bear bad news. I nearly wasn't going to tell my own Husband, as he already suffers from anxiety over the war and being away from his family - I just didn't want his worries for me to increase and depress him more...(I did tell him though, and he pretty much suggested the same things everyone else did)
I told my friend and she ended up telling my brother, because I was too scared to tell him on christmas day....I just didn't want to ruin it for him or my family. But since she told him, my brother was very upset and spoke to my mum, who then confessed that he had hit her too! My brother was readying police reports until she spoke to that mf and told him to leave. And he did! I'm so relieved...I never expected it to turn out that way..
I overheard my dad talking on the phone with my godparents a few hours ago, though...I haven't told my dad or older brother. Again, I just didn't want to make anyone upset as much as it hurts me to have to explain it. It's just really hard. Hell, I even got my friend to speak for me, if I wasn't weak enough...I've never experienced something like this before. But I understand my mum for not telling anyone that her mf bf hit her too - but what, so it takes him to hit her own daughter until we get something done about it??? I never liked this p.o.s, but I had to be the catalyst anyway. I'm at least glad for my mum. But my family is saying that this mf will try to call a lawyer to take half my mum's house, since he's been living there for 5 years. So...I'm hearing now that we still need to report him for domestic violence. I need to speak to my brother about this. But I was told he left for Western Australia, which is on the complete opposite side from the country. I wouldn't be surprised if he already has a criminal record..that might explain why he never worked a normal job..hm. Then again, an idiot like him to call the lawyer on us, when he KNOWS what he did would easily get him thrown in jail..? It's too risky, right? But if he tries to be more of a rat than he already is, I don't want him to get NOTHING. He deserves NOTHING, but the misery he brought upon himself AND my family. He's the cunt that ruined christmas and the end of the year. At the same time however, him leaving forever is also a gift.

I still have to face my dad now though about all this...he only understands less than half the story...I really don't want to, but since my god parents told him...ugh.

This year has been absolutely trying right until the end.. Sure, I married this year, but as soon as I came back, everything just turned to shit. Today is the last day of the year and I hope it will be the last time I have to deal with any serious issues like this. Next year is my year - the year of the ram. I hope it will protect me - even if not, my husband is a kick-boxing tiger and I know for a fact he will protect me from any more mfers like the one above.. ad he will be with me, war, economy, air-crashes be damned.

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(original post)

A whole year has gone by without me doing anything here…until now. I... feel really hesitant and anxious writing here out of nowhere...I will be revealing some controversial things toward the end, but I need to write this.

 

Some might remember I travelled to Ukraine last November. I came back on the 29th of January, yet I was silent for all this time. (Bad pun on my name) And as I’m sure everyone is aware of the many events that have happened there so far, now ensues the essay-long story I must tell. I think you’ll anticipate a story based on stress, but I will explain why – This is very important to me, the most important thing I will ever write here. So.. let’s go back to November of last year.

 

I left my country – Australia – and flew to Ukraine. It had been 10 years since I last went to another country. I learned a lot travelling on my own, as I actually had no idea how customs and airport stuff worked. (seems stupid when I think back on it, I was always travelling overseas when I was little).
Anyway... The reason I went, was because I was meeting someone. I won’t go into it, but long story short – I married.

 

Yes, I’m married. Just like that. And in another country, to boot. And yes, it was a genuine marriage, and no I wasn’t forced into it. We had talked about this for several months beforehand. The taboo thing about it though is that I never told anyone about my “cunning plans”. Yeah, I felt a tinge of guilt and even awkwardness. Of course, since our engagement, I told my family. And when we married a month later in January, I told my friends. Sorry to Da though. Some people have questioned or even seemed sceptical about me marrying (even making snarky hints that I married because of pregnancy or whatever. 10 months later – no baby, you fucks.) but anyway, that’s not the point of my entry.
Now.. Everything was fine. Everything was fun and new and calm. But ever since the day I arrived on the 29th of November, those pro-EU protests had just begun in Kiev..which in hindsight, were foreshadowing events – and challenges - to come that would change our lives for the worst. They grew steadily over the entire course I was there. Just a month after I left, they kicked out their President, and it’s funny.. my visa was valid until March, and I could have stayed longer which would have meant I would not have been able to leave, after all those events that followed.. Just to clarify, we did not participate in the protests, however I’ve added a photo of it from late january at the bottom.

 

My husband (Vladimir/Vova) and his family don’t live in Kiev. No, even better – they live in a town near Donetsk city. And if you know anything about the war and genocide that’s been happening in East Ukraine…well, that’s my reason for not writing all year. I can rant and write an even longer essay about how angry I am at this newly elected fascism that’s possessed the capital and trying to possess the entire country. I can say how I condone Russia’s actions of trying to protect people in Novorossiya. I can praise their militiamen for defending their land and right to live.
But I am spent. I’ve taken much notice of the world around us all year since the genocide in Ukraine began. Gaza genocide, propaganga and protests left and right. Referendums, Engineered diseases, corrupt political leaders pulling strings on ISIS..mass death and the lies, lies LIES. I’m sick and tired of the lies and propaganda. Religious, racial, gender propaganda. All this drained me. Going to school day in and day out listening to depthless conversation of ignorants at school only made me feel worse, all the while knowing my husband was now living in perpetual danger. It just seemed so pointless, trivial and insignificant to go to school fearing for the safety of others – I was depressed many times throughout this year, having missed a lot of days just so I could be in constant contact with my husband just to be sure he was okay. (I just recently handed in all of this semester’s work yesterday and I am done – I could have failed. I’m actually not sure what the result will be, but I’ve done my best to juggle everything.)

 

Vova worked as a train driver assistant.. every day he went, I would constantly worry, because the trains are major targets for the government army, and he often worked 12 hour shifts at night, which was the only time they attacked.
To show an example of this, here is a photo his workmate took in late June-early July 2014. Detonated bridges like this one was very common, and it was very difficult to discern who was doing it. But I know better.

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The months went on and work and daily life became more and more threatened by air strikes, bombs and shootings by the fascist Kiev army.
After returning from the hated Kiev to submit our visa application, his work was trying to collect people to go to Lugansk, which is the more heavily affected city of the two – Vova’s train always went there but because of the war, trips to Lugansk became scarce. In Lugansk, the Kiev-army bomb and shoot the trains, to prevent them from delivering any supplies to the people, where they were in the most desperate need. Of course no one opted to go, and many were quitting their jobs and leaving for Russia and Crimea, where it is so much safer. They threatened my husband, and so he quit in rebellion. I was relieved, although short-lived. An hour after quit, he was returning home when the fighter jets were flying over – He took this photo at the time. You can see a little falling white smoke in the centre – this was an air strike.
His friend was hit by shrapnel on the day Vova took this photo – damaged his ankle when he was escaping to Crimea.

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Little did I know that this was about to get much much worse. Practically still on the same day, his town was under full fire and an air raid again dropped bombs in his area, this time about 100 metres from his flat. It was 1 am at the time, and he immediately ran out onto the street to another apartment, which had a basement. I was talking to him when all of this was happening. I watched my phone for hours waiting for any sign of life from him. It was the worst time of the year, and my life, so far. This was *also* on the same week that MH17 fell a few days before (which was orchestrated by Kiev and their “international puppet masters”, among many atrocities by them. Too much lies and evidence against them). The attacks until that point were only fought outside the cities. This disaster became, quite simply, an excuse to terrorize the cities – the densely populated areas - by blaming it on its people! Vova couldn’t leave the basement for several hours – the fighting usually stops by 6 or 7 am, but it is generally unpredictable, especially now. As soon as he was able, he escaped to another state and he was lucky too, because a week later the trains were not leaving. He tried to convince family members to go with him at the time, and they refused out of fear of being captured by the Army, or enlisted by the Militia. His sister was nearly killed whilst travelling to the city in a bus. The bus stopped short of the bridge and told everyone to run, before the bridge was carpet bombed. His brother also saw the Ukrainian army soldiers shooting outside his window in a residential area. These are NOT military checkpoints. Even better, some of them were dressed like civilians – they often do this, because it makes “framing the enemy” much more believable. These Nazis from Kiev attack funerals, as it’s easy pickings, and once more, easier to frame the enemy for it. Terrorists? No…..These INNOCENT people are defending their land from the Fascist Coup in Kiev, who are the REAL terrorists!!
All this seems to be out of a movie…But I’ve seen horrific images. Dead children lying in dead mother’s arms, with her leg blown open. People who tried to escape via their cars, shot at and dead on the wheel. Mass gatherings of people protesting against the Nazi guard in government-held cities being gunned down. Unarmed villagers being picked off by those fucking Nazis of the Bandera Praviy Sector... it makes me so angry. And add up everything else I mentioned above that’s going on around the world only makes it worse.
My husband can rely on no one but me. He can’t find work without his citizenship/national passport, because they destroyed it when he was applying for the visa. People seem cautious or even suspicious of him because he came from Donetsk. Some people turned him down a job obviously out of fear that he might be a “terrorist”. Seriously, you would be amazed at the kind of propaganda BULLSHIT this Ukrainian news media flat-out lies about to their “pro-western” minions. He would be safe in Russia and I wouldn’t worry so much about him then, but…he needs to remain in Ukraine to collect the visa.
I’ve been studying and sending him money from working and selling wares at cons. He sends some of it to his family trapped in the war zone. But by God, I am grateful he is alive. He will need to remain where he is until the end of the year, and I hope I will have enough money to send to him again soon, when he will need it. People might think it’s bad, and my husband doesn’t like it too, but the reality is this: Who can help him, but me..? His sisters in Crimea send money to his brothers who sit at home and cannot venture outside, but they earn little. It’s crazy enough how I am even able to provide for him, even after paying 3k for the visa tax. But I am his hope.

 

And some very serious things have been happening recently, what with the nazi guards raping, pillaging and murdering those unfortunates located in Mariupol’, ever since the elections in the Donbass not too long ago. My heart is racing with anger. I’m so… indignant, something that’s defined my character for the past several years now. Every day, I am torn between my desires to go back there, to be a volunteer and fight against these fascist pigs. On the other hand, I have a husband, and I must fulfilll my life-long commitment as a wife, to be alive next to him.  It is a dilemma I face, but I have my priorities – instead, I think and pray for those defending their rights, their land, their lives, every day. But if I were to lose him to this bs war…I would and will go there. No one can know the pain, anger, hatred, anxiety and sorrow I have felt all year for this whole issue. My soul is screaming for justice, for the TRUTH to come out, for this murderous Junta to be held accountable for the evil they have unleashed on the Donbass and its people, the country and to my husband and his family. For everything you heard in the media about “rebels, terrorists, separatists, Putin, Gaza, Iraq, ISIS, diseases”, just throw it out the window. Everything you hear on mainstream media are always lies and it’s always back to front – it is all apart of the great deception. The less you know, the easier it is to manipulate the minds and hearts of people. I am sick of the injustice, while people are literally, LITERALLY being torn apart every. Single. Day. From Donetsk, all the way to Iraq and in-between. I am seething with fury, I’m with the people who want change, who know the truth, who are against the wars, against this oppression. I am very against those who are blinded by and support fake news and lies, those protesting about this issue at the G20 pissed me off so hard, and I know I shouldn’t be – I need to keep a calm countenance because I need to understand that it is in fact they that do not understand anything. I pity them; they are in complete denial and acting as hypocrites whether ignorantly, or intentionally. But truth be told, all the western media outlets do is frame and blame the “enemy nations” (BRICS, but primarily Russia and China) – Only protests against these 2 nations were shown on our media, and there were MANY MANYYYYY protests yet they did not disclose them all – a few here and there about domestic aboriginal rights which is an ongoing thing for us (Our current government right now has become the biggest joke in political history EVER.) Why is that, you ask? China is the biggest economy. Russia is a super power with the biggest stockpile of tactical missiles, they are trying to disown the dollar, etc etc. Wars create money as most know. But who’s doing it…? The banks. Who owns the banks…? I can think of a few very rich organisations that I assure you is behind all the shit you see today. But…they are finally losing their grip on control – and on this topic, I am however very aware of organized protests that are, shall we say, funded by these ”rich elites”. I can’t say too much. I’m trying to limit what I say here, because for a while now, my accounts on different platforms have been acting screwy, including random disconnections, webcam being randomly turned on while no program is being used, comments being deleted and messages not being sent due to, most likely, government filters. I believe I was/am being monitored, due to the rage that allowed me to rant and share the truth to other people away from this site. Anyway… I don’t mean to get political here, but it is a very touchy issue for me as you can now imagine. We are divided more than ever, and we need to band together against this, so I’ve done my part and spoken out. Never buy into anything you hear on a tv, newspaper or any kind of mainstream outlet. I guarantee you it is 100% lies and hate propaganda. Just research the other side of the coin…and I really mean coin, because with all these issues, you can be assured money is the priority - never us, the people.

I don’t know what else to add to this, but this war has been the sole reason why I have not come back here. I tried several times to draft an entry, but events kept changing and getting worse – I couldn’t find the words or motivation…This even now, is very difficult to write. but it’s the best attempt so far. I don’t know how we’ve gotten through this, let alone how my husband and his family are still alive right now. Who do I thank? God? I’m not religious, but I’m not atheist or agnostic. Either way, something’s pulled us through til this far..

sigh..

As mentioned above, I added photos of my trip, so scroll to the bottom for some thumbs. Pictures speak for themselves.. I look at them and see how happy we were.. 2 months of a wintry paradise very quickly and very dramatically went straight to hell. 

I don’t really know what else to say to this…I’ve got a lot off my chest at this point, although it is not all, and I understand it is quite shocking. If you have any questions, by all means, ask me, be it personal or political, I don’t mind. I know my stance on things.

 

And as for art, I’ve done quite a bit this year, for school mainly. I’ve done a few commissions and sold some of my own art which went directly to feeding my husband. My assessment is over for the year, and I will be posting them here gradually while I finish overdue commissions first.
Thanks to the few that wished me a happy birthday – it was much appreciated. Didn’t really celebrate, but I went to PAX to make up for it. I cosplayed Dante3 with all his accessories to finally complete the damn costume, including his boots lol. I will add pictures of that too eventually, although they are extremely limited.
 
Right now, I'm just trying to rest after a long tiring year.. I feel disoriented with everything, but for the most part, I'm alive.

Hope everyone’s alive and kicking.

 

Ps: incase anyone was wondering, and it just occurred to me that I never made light of this, but no I’m not Ukrainian – I’m not Russian either, but I’ve been studying it for a few years now (and my husband was studying English, that’s how we met). In fact, I’m not even Slavic. My actual ethnicity is half Irish and Thai, but I was born in Australia. And for the record, I am not proud of my country, and others, as of late.

 

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photo b43e9bca-a4c2-474c-89be-4f21a11420a0_zps89809b2d.jpg just married.. and crying

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photo 1907708_1433723536865138_1839446671_n_zpsfda95caf.jpg Apache Helicoptor and Tanks at War Museum.

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the Motherland WWII museum. Amazing view of the Dnieper river and city on the platform of the statue's feet, which I regret not taking a picture of, but it was FREEZING up there, and several times through the day I felt hypothermia trying to kill my hands when I took my gloves off.

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subway in Kiev. The entrance to the station is AMAZING...there are old antique style lights and a massive chandelier looming above the huge ceiling. I wish I could take a photo of it, but I was wary about doing so - I already know that Moscow prohibits it, so I assumed something similar for Kiev with the crisis underway at the time. But it was one of the things I wish I had a photo of..

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this was interesting. We were saying goodbye to Vova's relatives who came to our wedding from Kerch - their train was driven by Vova's colleagues, so we jumped in the cabin and took a quick snap. The cabin was so run down, just look behind me and the driver's seat I'm sitting in - these trains are about 40 years old and they still use them. Had a very vintage soviet feel to it, was really cool.

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scene of the crime: one of the many barricades in Kiev.


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featuring my friend :iconmega-x-stream: when I stopped over in Amsterdam for half a day.


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That, my dear is not a man. He is a disgrace to guys.

I have a lovehate for the following notion, but since you're a woman, you automatically have a much higher chance of keeping the house (But yes, I doubt he even try because I too think he has a criminal record). Great news that the ape left you, though why your mom would even consider following him to mine opals is beyond me. Perhaps there is a lingering romance? Surely it died completely after the smackdown he gave her.

But I'm not here to judge your family or your situation, only now that you're at such a point what matters more is how to rise above this situation.