I was never in the same situation..... mine was much worse..... and I still did everything I could. But my situation? When he broke down the bedroom door, after I locked myself in terrified for my life, the next day I rehung the door and fixed it. When he threw his keys at my back, then threatened my life, I searched for his keys until I found them. When he jumped off a second floor balcony, drunk, and passed out on the grass below, I helped him climb back up the stairs while I was pregnant. When he stumbled in the house drunk, tripped, and bashed his head on the corner of the table, I held the ice to his head, got the bleeding to stop, and calmed him down. No matter how bad the abuse got, I still worked my hardest to try and be the most perfect wife. All these years later, I have forgiven him for everything and hold nothing against him. When I think of him and where he is now, I have great pity for him. You sit and talk about poor pity you, everyone forced you into marriage and no matter how hard you try it just won't work. All I see is an unhappy man with anger problems.