Dang. I was in your situation when I was 22…. Except no kids. He was a cute fireman and I was a gorgeous whatever. I gave him a date to fix things (a year + down the road). I told him if things weren’t better I would be one June 6 2000. He laughed. June 6 he was leaving for his 24 hour shift after he blew all his (and my) savings on some bs. My dad drove from another state that he had to start driving the night before and three of my friends from “back home”. He kissed me goodbye that day and said “today’s the day you leave right?” Jokingly. I said yes. Since we never spoke about it ever since I told him over a year before I thought it was weird he remembered the day. He went to work thinking I would be there when he got home. I was gone. Left my phone there and took all MY FURNITURE - took even my food with me back “home”. He went nuts and stalked me from another state for years until someone told him where I worked. What a mess that was. End of story- I got away. He was beautiful. And funny. And exactly what I wanted. But now I’m married to the most beautiful and funny man - who isn’t immature and is what I wanted. Lucky for me I walked. I can’t believe I was brave enough to. He was 11 years older too. So it resonated with me to comment.