Portability of residence is an under-appreciated virtue.
Twenty-five years ago when I was married to my first wife I realized one day that my first wife had arranged for the purchase of life insurance, on me, that made me worth more dead than alive, and it sincerely scared me. Seriously.
So, I cancelled the insurance, moved out and we got a divorce.
There was no up-side to living with a woman who genuinely want me dead, so I pulled the ripcord.