I've been with DH since I was 19 (now 41 - where's my medal??). My parents were desperately unhappy with themselves and with each other, and I would fall asleep to the rumble of their rows and pray they would split up. They didn't.
So I have always been adamant I would not stay in a relationship where I was unhappy. Kids know.
DH and I went through a particularly horrid patch a few years ago and I wanted him gone, but the bugger wouldn't go. And something, somewhere in me, decided to keep going a bit longer.
Various events in our lives took over, and he demonstrated how kind and compassionate he could be, and I can honestly say, that whatever either of us decide in the future, he will always be family to me.
What I'm trying to say is, if your gut is telling you this guy is a wrong'un, then walking may be your best option. But feeling frustration with the relationship is different from disengaging from the man.
Sense your sadness
