That explains why he would never ever leave. It took forever to convince him of how toxic our marriage was. He left, and still said he would take me back, months and months later. He always said, "It will get better someday...it won't be long."

And to that, I always thought, "What are you going to do to make it different? What effort are you going to make?"

But it was so obvious from the start that there was never going to be effort. It was all me, my energy, my lifeforce, my creativity. His was too sacred. He kept that all to himself.