Well, I pretty much knew what he was when I married him. I just didn't think it would be such a problem. Plus, I had the pleasure of witnessing/experiencing life with my parents who could have been poster children for dysfunction, yet they put up such a lovely front to the world. I guess that I figured that this is the way it is supposed to be, and that no one is ever truly happy in their relationships. I have reached a point, however, where I would rather be alone and happy, rather than living with an A and unhappy.