After many years of unhappiness with dh (20 together, I'd say 10 of them bad) - no affairs, no violence, just lack of affection/not wanting to spend any time with me/dh being critical, basically feeling like part of the furniture, not a wife - 18 months ago I finally couldn't take any more and said I wanted to split up - after years of trying eg trying to interest him in going out for the evening with me/join me on the sofa/cuddle. He begged me to do counselling, I was too angry, we had a few sessions but it was pointless. We had to stay in the same house for financial reasons and no family to go to, separate bedrooms. We both dated other people during this time and I didn't feel jealous or anything. Finally ex-dh has been able to move out, about four weeks ago. The wierd thing is though, now he has actually gone, I am devastated. I have been in bits. We have kids also and I feel terrible for them - up until now we have been able to keep some semblance of a family unit together. I can't stop crying. I miss him. I keep thinking about all the good things about him rather than previously when I was dwelling on all the bad. A year ago I was exhilerated by the freedom of dating and sex and being desired by other men - now it seems empty and pointless. I honestly don't know whether I love him or not, I'm not even sure I know what love is. I know I would be devastated if he was injured or worse. But it does not bother me that he goes on dates (not dating anyone regularly so far as I know). It's like I feel numb yet I know I care for him deeply yet I'm so angry with him. I'm so confused. Objective opinions, anyone??