One weekend, i went away for the night with some girlfriends. I came home real early on Sunday morning to find the garage looking like a bar and smelling like one and upon walking further thru the yard, I found our french doors all splintered and beat in. I ran in the house and there he was, passed out on the couch, he said he locked himself out so he used a crow bar to get in....a window 3 feet away was open with just a screen...about 1500.00 dollars later a new door. God, makes me sick thinking about this. So glad not to be dealing with that anymore!