I stayed with my first husband for 7, almost 8, years because I believed in my vows. But my spirit was dying. Whenever I tried to vent, people would tell me, but he's so nice. He has a good job and works hard for his family. He goes to church, etc. So, I would feel guilty because I felt maybe I was expecting too much from him. But what he was doing, behind closed doors,.people didn't know. And one day, I had to leave or I would be dead. So I left. It was hard and easy at the same time. I felt like I betrayed God's vows, my upbringing, and my family values. But I did the right thing. And now I'm much, much happier.