Let me silence your self-satisfied congratulations before you utter another smug word.
My husband is no cat, he is Khajiit. He is a living, thinking person. He is no pet. Not a beast. He is no more an animal you or I. Well, perhaps he is less an animal than you.
I am not leaving him, but temporarily. I am facing those things I left behind over half a decade ago. Once I have concluded that business, I plan on returning to his side, where I belong. So you can take your blessings of Vivec and bury them in the pit where your common-sense and compassion for others once resided.
Now kindly drag your carcass away before I set it ablaze.