Sadly, this explosion or implosion happened to me in Bali, and it almost cost me my life. Thankfully, I took the right precautions on the night of the attack to prevent them from getting to me.
It was a close call, extremely close. The attackers tried to break down my front door with large rocks they brought with them to enter the house and assault me.
At the time I was living in a newly-built modern villa that had a solid door and lock. Nevertheless, they almost managed to break the lock.
I was a sitting duck. There was no backdoor to escape from, and the villa was located in a col-du-sac.
It happened in May 2020 — at the height of the Covid lockdowns. The other 3 villas in the complex were deserted. I was trapped.
In other words, a dead end — for the house and my life!
Why did this extreme event occur?
My girlfriend had serious mental health issues. She was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder and created her own delusional reality
This included her firmly believing that every time I went out for work, or to train, no matter what time of day, I was meeting another woman and having sex.
Of course, none of this was true — yet her mind told her it was definitely the case. She became obsessed with me being unfaithful, accusing me of it every night.
Her mind wouldn’t allow her to see reality and that this was her disorder making her crazy.
Her mood swings became worse from day to day. To the point that communicating with her became impossible.
She stonewalled me for hours. This behavior naturally upset me and we ended up in arguments with me walking out and spending the night in a hotel.
Upon my return the next morning, I was again informed that I’d slept with another woman.
It became unbearable, depressing, and sad.
The night of the attack
We’d been to the beach for a sunset drink, and spent 2 lovely and happy hours together. I thought that maybe she was turning the corner and realizing her fears are a fantasy.
Good luck with that one!
As soon as we arrived home, silence set in, her mood dropped, and her face looked like she wanted to kill me.
The next thing I know she’s having a long and loud phone call with her brother.
The brother was a shady character, who soon turned out to greatly dislike me. No, he hated me.
Why did he hate me yet tolerate me being his sister’s man?
1. She was their ATM. They instructed her to extract as much money as she could from my bank account. I had given her a debit card, yes, I know. Stupid.
2. I was a white foreigner in Bali. Her family was not fond of white people, or me.
In other words, they were jealous of the foreigners since they are believed to be rich, and take the local women from the local men.
Simply put, the brother and father were serious racists.
Back to the phone call. I finally took the phone from my girlfriend and told the brother to leave us alone and let us sort out problems on our own.
“You motherfucker, I’m coming now and you will die tonight. You betrayed my sister and are having sex with other women.”
Now my girl had completely lost her mind and told him about her mind-games, and me apparently being with several other women. Of course, he believed her.
This took place on speakerphone. It wasn’t just me who was in shock, my dearest lady started violently shaking and crying.
I repeatedly asked her if this threat is to be taken seriously, or not. She didn’t reply. Now I’m really shitting myself.
It was 11 pm. and I’m facing a potential raid on my house by a bunch of thugs trying to kill me.
I called the cops, but nobody picked up. I was done for.
Out of precaution, I told my girlfriend to wait outside the front door and to tell them to leave if they did come.
I remained inside while watching the scene through the cat flap.
Sure enough, 15-minutes later they showed up. The brother, father, and even the mother.
While they screamed at me to come out or let them in now, my lady was having a nervous breakdown. She couldn’t talk them out of their madness.
Phone in hand, I recorded the madness on Facebook Live. Needless to say, by the next day the video went viral. I received many comments offering help, but plenty of nasty threats too.
In the video, you can see the brother screaming viciously and violently throwing rocks at the door and the cat flap to break into the house.
Once he realized he wasn’t getting in that easily, his final threats were made:
“Tomorrow you die, tomorrow you die.”
Remember, I have all of this on a video recording to back it up if I need to.
Then they left, taking my girl with them.
I was in shock and scared for my life. I worried they’d come back again that night with a better plan to break in.
I ended up spending the night sitting at the kitchen table with a butcher’s knife at the ready.
Thankfully, they didn’t come back that night. But they did come back 2 days later.
The next morning, I reported the attack to the police. They didn’t seem to care much and told me not to worry, it’s just hot air, they said.
Hot air? Look at the video and see what this guy said to me, officer, I said. These are clear death threats.
The threats and terror continued
I moved out of that villa 3 days later and relocated to the other side of the island where nobody knew me. I hoped that would prevent them from finding me.
The backstory to why I left 3 days after that attack is to follow, and it’s a pretty harrowing one.
On the 4th day, I began to receive text messages from multiple unknown numbers. All saying the same things:
“Get out of Bali or you die.”
“We will find you and your days are numbered.”
As you can imagine, living with this nightmare going on around me wasn’t exactly fun.
The problem was, I couldn’t get out even if I wanted to. The airports were in lockdown, and I had no money left on my local account. My dear now ex-girlfriend managed to take out $12.000 in cash over 2 months until I caught her.
I was up shit-creek without a paddle.
Finally, by chance, I found out about her past mental health issues
I ran into her best girlfriend in a cafe. She was visibly concerned for me, my safety, well-being.
Then she said, didn’t you know about her mental health condition? I replied:
“What? No, I know nothing other than she’s bipolar and delusional. What happened?”
The story goes:
2-years earlier, she’d attacked her then-boyfriend accusing him of being unfaithful. I didn’t get the details of the attack, but it must have been serious.
She was arrested and brought to a hospital.
Apparently, she was totally out of her mind and uncontrollable. The doctors decided they had to put her in an artificial coma. They kept her that way for 1-month.
Don’t ask me why a coma would help mental condition, or why for so long. It was all very confusing and bizarre, to say the least.
After they brought her out of the coma, she was transferred to a mental institution where she spent 1-month in rehabilitation.
The aim was to rebuild her body strength and undergo therapy sessions to improve her dangerously unstable mind.
Guess what? Neither she, nor any of her family members bothered to inform me about this rather important episode in her life, and the danger I may be getting myself into.
Why was that? I was the new ATM, and the rest didn’t matter. Milk him as long as you can was the message, and that she did.
I got screwed financially and lost a lot of money. That was nothing compared to the mental terror I had to endure for months while living in fear for my life.
The attack and subsequent terror damaged my mindset considerably, sending me back into depression.
However, I didn’t cave. I stood my ground and sent warning shots back, delivered by 3 Balinese strong men, who helped me get out of this mess.
They instructed the family to leave me alone, stop the threats or they would be the ones leaving Bali.
My ex’s family wasn’t Balinese, they were from another island.
Real Balinese people are calm, and peaceful and do not like folks causing trouble in Bali, whether that’s foreigners, like me, or other Indonesians.
Finally, I left Bali and began to rebuild my mental health, positive mindset, business, and life — I’m feeling great again.
And, I’m still alive, for now.
To be continued.
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