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Recently my marriage of seven years ended. I emerged a bit battle scarred but I emerged. Our son lives with me. The fact that my ex-wife was Thai may have been a factor in the marriage not lasting. It’s easy to sink into racism when the shit hits the fan. It’s easy to quote the old adage about taking girls out of bars. I‘m not a particularly reasonable man. When my house of cards collapsed I looked for virtually any reason for it collapsing other than that I was a pretty bad husband. I suppose it was obvious from the start that I just wasn’t cut out for marriage to her. Everyone who knew me well knew that the main cause for my involvement with Duan was that I had loved her sister. This is a bad foundation for any relationship but... Hell... Human beings are nothing if not stupid. The story that follows which is the first part of a larger story takes place in early 1992 and many of the events overlap with events of other stories I have written and which appear on this website. I’ve tried to be truthful but I hope that if any of my details are wrong or have been distorted by memory you’ll bear with me.