Aw man, Nas.
Your husband more than most, either really did get taken over by an alien or has a watermelon sized lump of guilt inside of him that is growing bigger each day.
I honestly don't know. He's been living with OW now for almost 2 years. They started as an EA 3.5 years ago.
That's a pretty decent amount of time. He can't possibly still be in the completely drunk-with-euphoria, blind infatuation phase where he is so consumed with her "perfection" that he can't see anything else.
The last time I saw him face to face was right before he moved away to be with OW, in May 2016.
I asked him why he was not doing anything about divorcing me since he was moving so far away to be with her.
Immediately after I asked the question, his shoulders slumped, he literally physically lurched, shook his head slightly, stared at his feet and his eyes filled with tears and he didn't say one damn word.
A year later, right before I was diagnosed, I texted him to let him know I'd emailed him after a meeting with my lawyer. He didn't respond at all about any D/legal stuff, but texted me nonstop for two hours, telling me about his weekend job at a golf course.
Funny enough, that text conversation started with him telling me all about a teenage girl who golfs there who used golf to get her through her very tough battle with cancer. He proudly called her "really something else."
Then I got diagnosed with cancer just about 3 weeks after that. And he vanished. I got one text last summer on my birthday - happy birthday "from the dog," not from H. Then he was completely gone. Now I don't even know his phone number anymore.
I don't know how he can be living his life every day, getting up and going to work, doing mundane things like going to the grocery store, going to dinner and doing whatever else he does as if everything is fine. I just don't get it.
Does he ever think about how cruel it is that he changed his phone number while I'm fighting for my life?
Does he ever think about the fact that at some point we're going to have to get legally divorced?
Does he ever wonder how he would feel if I die?
The desire to be loved is the last illusion. Give it up and you shall be free. ~ Margaret Atwood