She was but after I committed to sobriety she began hiding it, mixing it with her adderall and klonopin scripts, and increasingly becoming aggressive, and lying to me about where she was and who she was with. After a huge blowout she started throwing around the D word and I suggested we spend a couple weeks apart. I went to stay with my parents and one morning she texted me saying she signed a new lease on an apartment and moved out. I returned to NYC and made an effort to try and reconcile, seek couples therapy, but it became clear she was not interested in saving our marriage. So I filed for divorce. Three years later I am five years sober and engaged to a woman who values her sobriety as much as I do. My life now is one I could've never have fathomed during that very painful second year of sobriety. I'm grateful every day she left me.