Reading Time: 3 minutes He hasn’t cheated. He gets angry more often than seems reasonable but never gets violent. He goes to work, comes home, watches sports and mows the lawn on Saturdays. The fact that he’s indifferent to her presence, drinking a little or a lot too much in private, demanding or totally checked out in the bedroom, and developing a pretty consistent porn hobby/addiction seem minor compared to what getting divorced might mean. 

She’s in limbo, waiting for her hall pass, an excuse good enough to justify leaving, but it’s not coming. This is her purgatory and she wants to fix it. She wants to fix him. She’d do anything to fix herself because she can’t remember the last time she was happy for more than a few hours.