“I’m leaving you.”
“But why? Give me one more chance,” begged Jim.
She acquiesced (bad idea).
And so Jim stopped drinking and cursing (but only when she wasn’t able to earwitness the florid outpourings from his misanthropic maw or able to see for herself the empty flasks of this or that ambrosial liquor). Harriet knew what was going on, yet she was giving him another chance, again.
Jim and Harriet stayed together till death parted them—when the Jaws of Life literally separated them from a terrible car wreck on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Such is the story of unhappy lives.