A lady narrated her ordeal about her ex-husband:

For 12 years, I was married to what most people would call a “nice guy.”
He never raised a hand to me. Never cheated (as far as I knew). We rarely even argued.
He was calm, quiet, agreeable—always easygoing.
At first, I felt safe. Lucky, even. Compared to what other women endured, I thought I’d won the lottery.
But that same “niceness” is exactly why the marriage crumbled.
He never led.
He never decided.
He never shouldered the real weight.
So I did. every bit of it.
Financially. Emotionally. Strategically. I kept the whole ship moving forward while he sat comfortably in the passenger seat.
Over time, the load crushed me. I grew exhausted, burned out, and deeply resentful.
Because “nice” without backbone is just passivity.
And unchecked passivity turns a wife into the entire infrastructure of the relationship...while her husband becomes little more than cargo.
I wasn’t married to a villain.
I was married to someone who refused to drive.
In the end, I had to get out of that car before it carried me straight into oblivion.
Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for yourself is to stop carrying someone who won’t carry anything.
Nice guy or a bad boy?