I escaped the cage and found freedom from the wood pellets and stale feeder food. Maybe certain people tried to look for me; maybe they didn't. I didn't care. I was a hamster with a plan. I came to a fork, took the road less traveled and began running like my life depended on it (and hey, maybe it did).
As a psychiatrist I teach my patients to address passive aggressive behavior directly as the person may not be aware of the impact on you since they are short on empathy. Hopefully you won't have many passive aggressive people in your life, but if you do, clear communication is a form of empowerment.
When you make the decision to get divorced, it's interesting who you choose to confide in at first. It's not always your closest friends, per se. It's like a clown car of people who have the right strengths, views, open arms, who lack judgment and just make sense for some reason you can't explain at all.