It's amazing how shitty they cope with reality. When they could just come out and say, "I'm not happy. Can we work on it?" or "I"m not happy and I'm not willing to work on it. I'm done,"

Instead of dragging us along, giving us sign after sign that they are done, but let us live in the hope that something will change, someday. Good on you for leaving and being done when he finally admitted it. Mine never would admit it. I had to call it. The worst.