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She was a mess on the plane. She couldn't stay in her seat, she kept pacing around picking her face, she kept smoking in the bathroom, and even told me to go to the bathroom so we could have children. I told her to relax, that she was going home and everything would be ok. When we landed, immigration officers met us and whisked us away. They checked out my passport and decided that I wasn't allowed into the country until 2009 because I had been caught with 1/8 of a gram of hash in 2003. I had been put on probation for two years. Three had come and gone with no more problems. It was supposedly off the record. They had never mentioned anything about not being allowed back into the country for five years. So now we're at the airport immigration lock-up. My wife is despondent. I'm worried about her. They won't let us fly on to a third country. No, I have to return to where I came from. The prick manager of the airline told me a ticket home would cost $1,400. It had only cost $946 to go there. I told him to go fuck himself. Hours later he dropped it down to $1,025. I just had enough to get the ticket. My wife had to stay with her parents. She was very upset. So was I. She said she was going to ask her mother for money for a ticket and if she couldn't get it we'd have to separate. That was the last I saw of her almost two weeks ago. She called and said she couldn't get the ticket and we'd have to separate. She was crying. I flew home and stayed at a friend's for a few days before moving on to another 'friend's'. After corresponding with her brother, I learned she had tried to kill herself. She had jumped off a bridge. Now my head is fucking spinning. I'm in shock. I'm told she is just banged up but will be fine in time. She apparently has no access to a phone or computer. Her parents blame me. Luckily, her brother stills trusts me and has kept in touch. The only thing I can do at this point is put one foot in front of the other and try to work, pay off some debts, and save for school. I need to save enough money so that if she gets better and we get back together I can buy a ticket for her or me or both. Of course, it's tough to do anything with all this shit on my mind, but I must keep going. To work, I need a scooter. It's cheap, reliable, and easy to insure. That's why I was asking for donations. After that, I can work my ass off and do what I have to do. I'll continue to post whether I get donations or not. I do this mainly for my sanity. In fact, I have kept a journal for the last month and a half that details everything that's taken place as it took place. I may post some of that. I may not. The most important thing is my wife's health and well-being. I don't give a fuck about anything else. You will find in future posts letters to my wife, poetry, and all sorts of shit that I am not aware of, yet. I will refer to her as Yeobo, which means Honey. And now for a much-needed smoke.