yep,
    and went all the way to st. petersburg...
met her "family",
        what i mean by that ambiguity is that:
her mother was her "sister",
                  her grandmother was her "mother",
a photograph of her grandfather
             was her "father".
              dittoing out of words too much?
i cradled her little sister on a fairground ride...
         i still believed the lie...
     so yoru grandmother is your mother...
           and your mother is your sister...
                  what the ****?!
       and i was the one that my aunt gave
birth to me!
                lemon curd ice-creams anyone?
how the **** do you live with something that?
apparently 7 years later it was corrected
as:      
the mother you called your sister,
                                was actually your mother;
the grandmother you called your mother,
was actually your grandmother;
so why would you marry some pathological liar
     of a woman?
        fair *** my aß... ᚨᛋᛋ... say it as ich without
saying ś... when you say isch:
when actually harking out an            ich.
        cholera, holera, chować sto, chować pięcet!
sure, you can go on a date with such an e.g.
to the ****** opera... eat oysters in a restaurant....
  do all the things you'd like to do as a couple...
but then the all too obvious lies...
    i also had great sympathy for my grandparents,
but i wouldn't call my grandfather my father,
or my mother, a twice-removed sister of an aunt
that was dying from alzheimer's!
   being around the block, giving a ******* an ******
(which i find to be a lifetime's achievement) -
i ****** well know that prostitutes have
    better etiquette standards, than what woman i dated;
and the other one, the south african blonde...
who ****** me with a dry ****...
       prostitutes?   at least they cream up
                                      if they find you unappealing;
at least that much courtesy, as is required.