It was February 7, 2015.  That’s the day I met her.  For the sake of anonymity, we’ll call her, “Julia.”  Julia was like no one else I’d ever met before – articulate, educated, intelligent, athletic, funny and witty with a beautiful laugh.  She was tiny – 5′ 6″, 102 lbs. with sandy blonde hair – she was lovely, to say the least.  I’m a cyclist.  And on that day, I’d just finished a ride, the second of the 2015 Cycling Season.  As I was putting my bike away, there she was, seemingly from out of nowhere.  I don’t know what possessed me, as I don’t normally strike up conversations with strangers, but I definitely struck up a conversation with her.  As we talked, I noticed she had the most beautiful Russian accent.  Our initial encounter was brief, maybe 5 minutes, but from tiny seeds come the tallest of trees.  Little did I know it but this was the beginning of the most amazing, beautiful, terrible, toxic relationship of my life.