Thank you friends. Sometimes you just need to hear what you know in your heart. I know I get to second guessing myself; especially when he puts on his act and hides things, like his drinking, so well. I start to question myself. "Was it me?" "Was I crazy?" It becomes a Which comes first, the chicken or the egg, kind of dilemma. Then anger. Anger at his family for being so blind, deaf and dumb.
Beatrice, I am glad you don't think I'm Neurotic, because sometimes I feel like the Neurosis Poster Child.
Brookie, we both think it would be strange to just stop loving someone we've loved for so long, but that is apparently what they, or at least, my XH did.
Irish, my strength comes from people like you guys here. Helps keep me focused when my ADD strikes.
