I had an interesting bit of clarity that I wanted to share and add some of my thoughts here not to pollute other people story threads so here goes.
I was listening to a podcast and a thoughtful man was talking about the things that mattered in his life and he brought up how he is loved by his wife. And what he said clearly is something I personally believe and it was summed up like this: he knows that every day she chooses him and that act of being chosen is what make being loved valuable and real. I do not believe in "magical" ideas of love nor do I believe in religious definitions of marriage as a lifelong enforced bond. I believed that what my W and I shared was valuable because we CHOSE to share our lives for almost 23 years, whether married or not. Until the day she decided to no longer choose me.
And somewhere in the back of my mind this manifested into an interesting dream. I was in a room with my wife and she was actually clear and honest and her "old" self. I was asking her questions and she was answering truthfully. And all I remember was her calmly stating "I choose him" apparently in response to a question. And then I woke up.
Nothing shocking or revelatory, just my thoughts manifesting what is going on. And it occurred to me that the best course maybe that we can take is to accept that simple fact. Stop blaming menopause (oh that one is a doozy, women just go "crazy" obviously, maybe let's even say "hysterical" for those of you who know where that word comes from, I can't believe in 2023 there are people who still talk about hormones controlling behaviour of women ffs). Stop explaining how they are in pain (of course they are, but that is not a catch all explanation). Stop trying to "love them" to health, if that worked we would not need therapist, trauma specialists and psychiatrists. Accept simply that they are no longer choosing you. Yes it is painful. Yes it is life shattering. Yes it is a betrayal. And sadly it is simply what it is.
And I say all this as someone who still cares for the well being of a person I called my best friend for over two decades. And I have no anger, no animosity, and honestly accepted that what we had was over at least 5 years ago. But I also understand that it is all up to her, I am just someone who watches from afar. If a day comes and she ASKS for help AND I can help her I will. But as they, I am not holding my breath.
I have posted this song before, but it fits well.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_RVoBR1AlVQ