There's more to life than marriage

Today, I came to another revelation that there's more to life than my miserable marriage. There's more to life than constantly feeling sorry for myself. There's more to life than realizing a man doesn't love you. That man can move forward and not blink an eyelash, where as we remained trapped in a cosmic hell. A hell that centers on the loss of love, respect or communication. I don't want to be held hostage by it anymore. God's been good to me even when I gave up on myself. My marriage is a failure, but I'm not.