Things with my husband had come to a head and we were barely speaking. He still didn't have a job because he felt it was beneath him to take any job that came his way. Instead, he kept insisting on taking over management of my business. And I kept saying no. I knew if I did, I'd be broke in a year.
It was a Monday when he packed up his things and announced that he was going back to Viet Nam. He went out the door and I didn't hear from him for a very long time. But I heard through the "Little Saigon" grapevine that he had met someone over there and was going to marry her. So there was nothing I could do but divorce him.