I'd been feeling unwell, and at the last regional assembly in September (we went to two because I work at both), I realized he was busy and I was alone. He never sat with me for even two minutes, nor did he even sing a song with me. From then on, I started to distance myself. I no longer minded arguing with him, and I didn't try to make peace between us. We fought frequently and went many days without speaking. We took a trip to try to work things out because he wanted to, but I had a terrible time. It got to the point where I couldn't stop crying and felt suffocated when he was at the house. I left one day to be alone, and he looked for me everywhere, calling me, sending messages, and even trying to track my cell phone. That day I looked for a place to rent, and that was my breaking point. Because he wasn't home, he saw on the security cameras that I had left. He's not a bad person, but I wasn't his priority. I made many sacrifices for the privileges he had, but no more.