SiL's WoW Adventures. (Or "A Good Husband and his money are Soon Parted")
Elements of a pearoast here.
My sister-in-law met some Merkin (we're in Oz) playing World of Warcraft. This was after she'd split up with her bf and they'd sold their house for a moderate chunk of change - I'm pretty sure there was no crossover (maybe just had him waiting in the wings). They gazzed lots and liked each other.
Apparently his circumstances were "complicated" - he still lived with his missus but they weren't "together anymore" just living together till their kid was old enough and the house was sold... Can anyone hear that bell ringing or is it just my tinnitus kicking in again?
Lots more gazzing & then she takes some time off work and goes for a holiday to Merkin-land. All goes swimmingly.
She comes back and after a few months quits her well-paid-pozzie in the public service to go & live with him in Merkin-land. Off she sails into the sunset with her tidy bank account figure (this becomes relevant later).
They appear to cohabit happily for several months (my missus misses her sister so they regularly chat on gmail).They even get married. Things going swimmingly but the treasure chest was slowly dwindling.
Then things soured. Don't know what went on but it seemed to culminate in him physically threatening her.
She gazzes She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed and then rings early in the morning with a frantic "Help me, I need to come home and have no money".
AUD$2500 later I've got her a flight. We pick her up from the airport, open our house to her - muggins gave up her toyroom, get her on the car insurance so she can use the missus car etc. She spends a week in her room (gazzing with him)then ups and leaves literally without a goodbye (the missus asked me "Was that (Sil's name) going?") to sleep on the couch of the Monster-in-Law. FTR, there was no agro, recrimination, stress-festing or anything like that - we were on eggshells that week to make sure that she was ok and didn't feel stressed. But she literally walked out the door without so much as a by-your-leave.
Then comes the frantic request for money for a ticket back to the States to "work things out". $800 later she's off.
A couple of months go by and her beau feels the need to go on a date with a woman a few towns away whom he had met (wait for it...) on WoW. He stays out all night and comes home the following morning swearing that "nothing happened" (Fuck me either this tinnitus is getting worse or they've built a fire-station next door!).
On the day that my missus gazzes her to tell her about the miscarriage she's just had my SiL manages to slip in a request for some money to get her home. To a flat and resounding "No".
She got home (on a friend of her's dime - & that's a whole other tale). The last time we heard from her was when she rang up asking if we could give her $180 to get a haircut. I lol'd.
Apologies for length? About how long it took her to pack up all her shit, put it in her mums car & leave without even saying goodbye to her sister.
EDIT: The missus just reminded me that SiL is currently looking for love with a bloke from Northern Europe who has ass-burgers.
& so it begins. Again.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Fri 21 Oct 2011, 10:53, Reply)