A husband lost

As time passes the shock of the whole situation has definitely worn off. The hurt, although still raw and there most of the time, has dulled a bit. In some ways I am moving on. I have to. There are dinners to be made, football games to watch, kids to interact with, and a house to manage. I feel all the more lately that I have lost my husband, like a death. The man that still refuses to end an affair with a woman half his age is not my husband. My husband wouldn't do that. My husband respected our marriage and cared about me. My husband cared about his kids and their well-being. This man only cares about himself, period. So, my husband, or at least the man I knew as my husband, does not exist any longer. He is gone.