Escaping the Mundane

There is a part of me screaming, don't do it; stay with him. The massive part of me that loves him wants to do that, but a whole other part of me wants to go, to be something more, to raise the boys a different way. I want them to grow up knowing no boundaries to what can and should be done. I want them to do whatever it is that they want, not just what they grew up believing what was possible, which was not much. I want them to believe in something more than the mundane. DH's life shows no evidence beyond the mundane. Although I find him intellectually stimulating on many levels, and imagine that will never change, I feel like he has lost his love for me. I feel like his sense of loss from this separation is very different from mine. I feel like I am loosing a lover and he feels like he is losing a dependent or something. I don't know how he sees me, really. I know that he likes that I love him, and that I do things for him, but I don't know if he actually likes me. All evidence points to him not liking me, since when I talk, he either says we can't talk about this or he just doesn't hear me. How much could he actually like me? He couldn't. He just couldn't like me.