Kin it took we a while, severe depression, an additional 24kg of weight, quite a chunk of self confidence and feeling like I didn't exist before I realised what was really going on.
No sex, I could have stood in front of the tv dancing naked. No conversation, I mean none at all. Food was just fuel, when he finished the dinner I'd cooked he would actually get up from the table leaving me there to go and watch tv. He didn't like anything he considered different where I had insisted suggested we do something because he was out of his depth, a particularly romantic wild park on a summers evening had 'too many flies', he didn't like 'foreigh' and had to lie down for a good part of any weekend away (I saw Venice and Barcelona alone), even when we went camping in England he had to rest in the car whilst I put up the tent along with toddler DS. Paris on NYE had to be left at 11.40 because it was 'late' being one hour ahead.
Worst thing was that he was Mr Nice Accountant, everyone questioned why I wasn't happy. When he was out he made an effort. When I finally asked him to leave, people thought it was because I was depressed. I was, that is what being negated every day does to you.