self introduction- the stupid vile nail girl 2

Talk about Nails industry in America, you think of Vietnamese.
After the war, millions of Vietnamese left the country. Some left for freedom, to escape from the “communist”. Some left for happiness, to be with their love ones. Some saw the opportunity of better life, left for a dream of getting rich. Of course, in Asian way, some may not admit they wanted to after money, to become “Vietkieu”, for such vulgar reasons, so communist has been a good excuse. Vietnamese people started conquering nail industry successfully. You can find nail salon on each street everywhere around the states, most of them own and run by Vietnamese.
I was not one of those who wished to leave the country for whatever reason. I wanted to stay, where I had good career, good family, good friends, and my best- friend- little- sister. I chose a life style of travel, to other countries, to meet new people, to see new things, then came back home. But sometimes life happens unexpected. One beautiful day, I met the destiny, a sweet and funny, well-educated American guy, and felt. The love was strong enough to bring me into the strange country, started the dream of a happy family.
I came early October 2003, when I was 3 month pregnant. Spoke English well before coming, and thought would not having any problem with the new life. It turned out not that easy. Not any one understood my English with Vietnamese accent trained by British teachers, and I myself understood nobody. Long Islanders speak much too different from my Floridian husband and European friends. I was lost in no translation. Stopped answering phone, stopped talking to any others then my own husband, totally lost my confident. But I was happy behind the walls, inside the little nest. The husband was caring and loving.
And my son was born in April 2004. It was the most happiness time of my life. I thought we would just live happily ever after…
But my husband started having hallucinations, hearing others said bad things about him…
When my son reached 6 weeks old, my husband got an appendix surgery. Came back home from hospital, combinations of his physical and mental problems became complicated. He got six months disability to stay home. I told myself that I had 6 months to prepare whatever to do to make money, to save the family of anything may happen with my husband after those 6 months.
Since then, from a fun, sweet, hardworking engineer, he became real mental ill big fat hairy lazy man. He didn’t want to get out of the little apartment. He scared of the foot steps up and down the stairs outside. He started pulling the couch across the main door in fear of someone breaking in, and slept with a baseball bat.
And I delayed the plan of getting an MBA, went to a beauty school, got my nail specialty license after 6 months, and started taking mainly financially responsibility in family, officially became a Stupid Vile Nail Girl.