Good but sad

My friend Tiffany called me friday night. My friend with the shitty husband that I complained about a month or so ago. She was packing up her stuff and leaving. She had finally been pushed past her limit of tolerance. When she confronted him about another night where he didn't come home and she found condoms (which they don't use because she isn't able to have children right now) and he stated..."It's an addiction, it's like if I smoked cigarettes, you need to get over it." She finally saw that he didn't care about her at all. I could hear him singing in the background as she was sobbing to me on the phone. I wanted to drive there and rip his nuts off. I didn't. He will get his someday, hopefully in the form of some nasty STD, and I don't need to spend another evening in lockdown. I am just happy that she is getting out. It still breaks my heart to hear how sad she is. I just keep thinking how much happier she will be when she realizes how much better her life is without him. For now all I can do is offer hugs, a place to lay her head, and lots of support.