Olga, the Russian stripper

My mother's cousin's brother, Bill, once lived in a trailer in the front of his father's auto business. I remember him with haphazard rat-like hair and a wife that left him or he left her. He was lonely, I suppose, and years later he bought a mail order bride from Russia. Now of course I never knew people actually bought Russian mail order bridges, but here we go. Her name was Olga (yes, I am serious) and she lived with him relatively unhappily for sometime, but perhaps she used him to get here to the U.S. Who knows, but anyway she eventually decided to get a job in town and eventually it turns out she was stripping at some bar. She would drive up the highway drunk, and hide from the cops in the brush along the road when she wrecked her car into ditches and would not let Bill see the boy. They had joint custody when she eventually moved out, and last weekend he decided not to return Daniel to Olga. Instead he left. They took off. Who knows where they went? Not me. Not me.