I've been married twice... the first wife was easy on the eyes, but might as well have been a roommate without benefits... except for every other male of every stripe she slept with in the San Francisco bay area... possibly everybody. Okay, there are two people in every relationship... but making a home, putting food on the table in SF in those days was no easier percentage-wise than it is today... and working 12+ hours a day six days a week is not conducive to relationship building, I get it. She was a war bride from a stupid little Asian conflict that this country found itself in, and like many war brides she thought she'd gotten a sugar daddy. Unlike a lot of war brides who disappear in America after the signature dried on her green card... mine had to hand around for 20 years because the house was nice, the food was paid for, and the three month trips home were underwritten every two years like clockwork. This woman was not a bargirl, she'd been a professional working for the US Government... seemed legit, right? Well what killed the marriage was the larcency in her heart, her total inability to resist taking a five finger discount in spite of her ability to pay for what she needed from whereever she needed it, and her total attraction to 'bad boys', as in felons. When I finally walked away, she was being pursued by a three agency law enforcement task force for 'theft and redistribution of alcoholic beverages' along with 11 other co-conspirators, including her then boyfriend who was a known cocaine dealer. I hadn't a clue... she literally had not spoken to me in three years, though we lived together with our son on a 40-acre ranch. I left the state where her crimes occurred and moved halfway across America to start over, because I had moved that far up in my job and had the ability to do so. I remarried a really cool. lovely blonde lady with a knock out smile, a Pollyannish view of the world in a lot of ways in spite of her eastern college education and the fact she too was a Vietnam era veteran. Now, we talk, we work out problems together... which are no less serious that problems I had in my first marriage, but I don't shoulder the load by myself. All the things that seemed out of reach for twenty years are sheltered in Rocky Mountain home. It ain't perfect, 'cause believe me I'm still carrying demons from that lousy war... and that first marriage, but God it's nice to look up and see the sunshine for a change. Oh, and old number one... she and her 11 co-conspirators got off because the business they'd robbed dropped charges to keep the company out of court. The irony of the whole thing is she was later convicted of Federal felony embezzlement and falsification of documents charges against her former employer. Good for her... she'd now a 'bad boy' too.