The sad thing is that I can see this train wreck coming from miles and miles away. He's going to leave, and his life isn't going to get any better, and he'll continue to blame me for everything. People will be disappointed him because he's acting like a selfish jerk, and he'll think I'm behind it all. But I can only control what I can control.
Mombear,
Yep, the wayward spouses seem to have to go through the bowels of hell. Fortunately, we can chose not to follow them there. I much prefer the lighthouse. (See how I'm mixing metaphors?)
