Fortunately for my sanity, I was accepted into the college I had applied to after graduating from high school. It was a perfect escape; now I could focus my mind and energy on school. I realized that I had to work to support myself and accepted the heartbreaking reality that my husband was not going to contribute towards rent or food. My relationship with him was so casual; it was as if we were dating. He would drop by and visit a for few days from time to time. Most of the time, he was in Abbotsford. One day he dropped off his suitcases in my apartment. Little did I know that more truth about him was buried in those suitcases.