Was there one thing that tipped it or was there a creeping awareness? At times I still feel like I love dh and then others, like tonight, it's all I can do to stop myself walking out. It's like I've even stopped caring enough to make it work any more. He's not abusive, he hasn't had an affair, I just spend most of my time contemplating how miserable he is, how pessimistic, how we're totally different. We have a 3 yo ds and it saddens me to think of him growing up without a full time daddy. For his sake I wonder if I should just put up with being unhappy. Then other times I think I'd rather keep dh as a friend at least than risk our relationship deteriorate into hatred. I don't know what to do for the best, it just feels like our 12 year relationship has been a rollercoaster ride and I can't continue with the lows, though the highs have been great.