I wasn't trying to heavy hint the divorce option, everyones situation is different. In mine, we had no children together, and as a teenager I lived with a father who became a nasty drunk. No way in hell was I going through that crap again. I wouldn't say I detached with love, more like I detached with resolve.
Don't get me wrong, during her 1st rehab I was the caring supportive husband. During her second rehab I was hoping for the best but planning for the worst, cuz hope isn't a plan.