I have had 21 months of alone time to process my six-year marriage and the cruelty in it. My ex said a lot of horrible things to me to justify his behavior. In 2015, he wanted to sleep with someone else, but that darn pesky wife was in the way. So he picked a fight and said awful things to me in order to leave me, and he did leave me - he GHOSTED me - for two months while he pursued this other, younger woman.
Whenever he would do or say something hurtful, and I'd react with sorrow or silence, he wouldn't try to console me or apologize - he'd say how miserable I made him.
In fact, "miserable" was the word he used to describe how he felt about our marriage. It made him miserable. Because it prevented him from pursuing other women. He didn't want to be labeled a cheater, so there would be stretches where he couldn't figure out a way to justify leaving me in order to pursue someone else, and those were the times when he would bitch and moan about being "miserable."
On our final DDay, over the phone, he told me he wasn't seeing anyone else (I had proof that he was), and he said he had just 'hit a wall.' He said he hadn't been happy in a long time (that standard line), that he was "jaded" by my slow weight loss. When I cried and didn't slink off and disappear quickly enough, he told me that "I just don't want to deal with you anymore."
I wish I had had more self-respect. I wish I had annulled our marriage and disappeared from HIS life the first time he screamed at me and called me names, months after we got married. I wish I hadn't forgiven so often, begged so much, or taken the blame for things that had nothing to do with me.