I stayed. My husband supposedly wanted recovery. He tried for 2 years before he threw in the towel. When he did, I did.
I was in denial for far too long. The damage was already done. So I stayed and worked on me. We finally separated about 1 1/2 months ago.
I wish I had left sooner, but I also wish I wasn't so naive and in such denial before long before that. It wasn't until the ship went down, and I mean down, before I finally accepted the truth. And to this day, I struggle with my own denial and feeling terminal unique.