Rocked, you are so right.
Early on, post-bomb ("oh, what have I done wrong?, What have I done that I've been left for?") due to all the illogic, the non-sense of it, I realized:

This isn't about me.
This isn't about the marriage or relationship.
This is about her.

Gardener

"My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own."
Cyrano deBergerac