We'd had enough conversations where I assured her that nothing could ever make me leave that, when I sat her down and took my time, explained my reasons and told her that yes, I was miserable enough to leave, I don't think she ever doubted it. I don't know if it ever occurred to her after that point that I might not be serious. If it did, she didn't show it. But we had never threatened divorce in anger, either . . . neither of us had admitted that we would ever leave the other until that day, although she had confessed that she thought I might leave before.
