I'd blindfold Jim and tie him to a chair. Then I would leave him there. Saint Boob just hasn't gotten herself to step three ("I came to believe that my husband's a terrible piece of ... work and he's just lucky I didn't go all Burning Bed on his butt"). One day, when his looks (!) fail him and (more importantly his cash gets as dried up as her skin would be, she'll come to her senses.