I'm...on the other side of this. Having no spare time and a husband who once upon a time would drop in on the forum will make this short(er than usual), but I will say that when love dies, it's hard to make it live again. The husband will always be family to me. If I had it my way, we'd always be thick as thieves, and I'd help him whenever he needs it, and if someone messed with him they'd be messing with me. But the romantic love is dead, and living together was hard, and I no longer liked talking to him, no longer liked being around him, no longer felt happy around him, no longer felt like a person I liked around him. Became quick to be irritated. Became insensitive to his needs.
But circumstance and time makes it hard to leave, and there were times when we'd be getting along wonderfully and he'd clearly be trying his best to please me, to fix all the things I asked him to fix earlier when I still loved him deeply, and I'd warm up to him again--briefly, because briefly he reminded me of someone new, or maybe him as I once thought him to be, or of some new relationship, something better than what we have and better than what we are together--but it rekindled my willingness to play along. It didn't rekindle the love. It's easy to know and hard to accept that nothing will. There will still be ups and downs for us, but our love is dead. And if I were stronger and more prone to doing the right thing, I wouldn't let him have hope. But I'm not that good, and reading your posts makes me more acutely sorry for it.
Anyway, will be thinkin' about you.
Last but never least.
Your road has always been more positive than mine. I have always been happy for you in that respect. You have always navigated the path that I have failed to navigate; with great skill, purpose and intelligence. You have always been worried for me, whilst I have never for you... Then how does it now transpire that things have got to this level for you?
I'm sorry I haven't been around to ask how you are. When I have, I've been too busy burdening you with my persistent melodrama.
If you don't feel like giving more detail in this thread, I'll understand. You talk of your husband in the past tense? Are you ok lua?