Eddie's already written about this being his fantasy so I definitely suspect that colors what he "hears" from your H. Eddie still might be right too.
However I also thought your H's answer sounded honest and sincere. Nothing like feeling you really might lose your spouse to make you sit up and take notice of them.
All-in-all you and your H just seem like good but flawed people just like most of us:) I hope you can keep looking at him with the same positive feeling even if he does stumble now and again!
I held back from posting the below quote to you over the past few weeks because I thought it would just be "piling on." I hope you really will consider your kids and their feelings too. It still breaks my heart to hear Raven's S5 tell me that he misses having Mommy and Daddy live together. S5's mom talks about how much she misses the kids when she doesn't have them but I'm not sure it really occurs to her that the kids are in a position of ALWAYS missing a parent. And for all her insistence that she had to leave Raven and be with OM to be happy, she doesn't appear to be all that happy to me and her family says she is still the same old person. Anyway, whether you've gotten your complete answer or not, I think your H and you have still proven that your relationship does have enough passion, you both just need to make sure it's fueled correctly!!
Quote:
Most children rely on their parents when they are scared or lonely. And that is as it should be. When a divorce happens, there are times they can't rely on "the parent" because "the parent" can't go with them to the other parent's home. Siblings rely on each other at these times. In her book Between Two Worlds: The Inner Lives of Children of Divorce, Elizabeth Marquardt says children of divorce have reported they are always saying good-bye to a parent. In order to say "hello" to one parent, you have to say "good-bye" to the other parent. Do you want your children having to face this alone?
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads? ~Albert Camus