Frank is an idiot; Frank is married.
I met him at our expat church, a talkative shabby 50-something Texan sporting a broken wrist.
“She pushed me down the stairs,” he said. “But I forgive her.”
A lifelong loser, he met Abby on Lovelinks. After much Skyping, they were hitched, and he moved to her tier-2 Chinese city. He had no financial resources, few allies back home, and no Chinese language skills.
Frank’s pushy non-stop blathering is an economic asset in China, and he was quickly earning as an English teacher. She kept all the money (“The woman always controls the money in China; Don’t you trust me?”), and followed him everywhere to keep tabs.
A 40-ish thrice divorced insane village woman / reformed bar slut / strident Christian, Abby acquired her command of broken English between blowjobs and from her prior meal, an Englishman who parted from her one $1m apartment poorer. In the year she lived with John, she caused the mysterious death of 10 cats – one per month. Her mind was rational in the same sense that a junkyard wind mobile is a functioning auto – and the wind that blew her chimes was the most toxic brew of controlling feminine imperative imaginable. No rational conversation was possible; no contradiction permissible. Her sole skill was isolating and alienating every ally of her mark, using a face of seeming fairness that faltered under any prolonged inspection, and an encyclopedic accusatory barrage of slightly-true wrongs and faults she unloaded on any and every captive audience. (Frank’s rap sheet provided ample grist for that.)
Thus Frank continued, friendless and abused, through a year of enslavement, gradually reaching his boiling point. He tried to leave; she called the cops repeatedly. But still he’d always forgive her and come back from sleeping in the park – part Stockholm syndrome, part Churchianity, part lack of any other option. Aside from his broken wrist, he also sported a fresh scar from multiple stitches across his nose.
In a properly-run world, Frank would be a slave. It was not his enslavement that offended me, but his owner. I chose to intervene. He took my offer, and bolted to my spare bedroom.
In the few days I hosted him, his entitlement, drinking and non-stop talking began to wear thin. Much more annoying, however, was his insane wife’s response. First she tailed him to my door, despite my warning to Frank. I caught her attempting to burst through the door – but she feared me, and backed off without violence. Instead she went straight to the police, and told them we had a drug den going.
An hour later, I opened my door (no peephole) to a gun in my belly and 8 cops outside. Abby swept in; I boiled. It took several hours and a drug test before we were released.
This was extremely stressful. We were helpless and mute; the only person who spoke both languages was Abby.
After my release, Frank was hauled away to Abby’s local precinct to face her ironic domestic violence accusations. They laughed her out of the station, inured to her lies.
“Okay, I’m done,” she said finally, when no cop would listen any longer. Turning to Frank, she severely inquired, “Are you ready to come home now?”
Needless to say, Frank chose to return to my apartment instead. She then threatened via text to send cops to my apartment every day until I sent her husband home – and shortly followed through. This time she accused me of kidnapping and/or murdering her husband. He was not home at the time, so back to the station I went, until Frank returned to clear me.
This time, despite additional accusations against Frank (the litany, again), the cops in my precinct blew her off in a relatively shorter time. Once again, Frank declined her ludicrous request to return home. More threats, pleas, lies, etc filled my phone.
Luckily, China does not follow the spergish feminist American legal model, wherein any accusation must start the wheels of the system grinding. Flexibility and common sense prevailed – despite xenophobia, our language handicap, and every lie and half-truth she could muster.
While Abby’s dishonorable tactics only increased my determination to stand by Frank, his growing leech tendencies and profound character risks convinced me to ask him to move out. I offered him some additional money for housing until his next paycheck (the first that would go to him rather than Abby). He declined it. I believe, despite his defects, that he acted with as much honor towards me as he was capable of showing.
She proceeded to ruin his job, but he was nonetheless able to support himself by teaching private students. As I suspected, China was one of the few places where he could succeed. And I’m sure the threat of re-enslavement was a good motivator.
I pity Frank. His mind is half-addled by a history of drug and alcohol abuse. Much of what he is is not subject to conscious control. There, but for the grace of God, go I.
I gained the satisfaction of witnessing to him Christ’s mercy and justice, and of striking a blow for the masculine Red Pill. No doubt Abby will find another sucker on Lovelinks. Don’t let it be you.
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Update: I wrote this post anticipating a future that did not eventuate. Apparently, after less than 24 hours on his own, Frank went back to Abby. His new mobile was disconnected, and I grew increasingly concerned over the next three days, wondering if Abby had him in jail or worse. However, I refrained from taking action or worrying overmuch, due to his history of unreliability.
I finally sent a text to Abby, threatening to get the police involved if I did not hear from Frank. I then reached him, after enduring a bit of her obnoxious gabble. He told me he’d decided to give Abby one last chance – “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”
He further assured me everything that was fine, that Abby was giving him freedom, that he’d bought two new cats (for her to kill), etc. I told him “Good luck with that” and hung up.
He believed I would continue to be his friend and ally. When he called me again a few days later, I informed him that he’d wasted my time, and that I would not be continuing the relationship.
Frank’s decision to resume cohabitation with a viper can be attributed to some combination of stupidity, leechdom, and Churchianity. I predict another brief honeymoon similar to the first two months of their relationship before Abby resumes her previous pattern of behavior, exemplified over the last 10 months. Even if she kills him, I will not intervene. He has chosen permanent slavery and must reap the consequences.
Going forward, I do not intend to associate with or assist anyone who does not merit my respect.