My brother was in the Marines for close to 25 years. Two marriages, three kids. He's 61 next week. His addiction was drugs. That your husband, as we've discussed before, admitted he was a pedophile, a sex (porn) addict and a homosexual. You were there (as a wife) to cloak his shit. You were from a part of the country (Kentucky) where the expectations are that you're to be married and have kids. You were his cover, his respectability and ultimately, his beard. (there are cruder terms for 'beard,' but I'm using the PC term) Yet, you survived, your kids (who are adults by now, I would presume) survived. There comes a point in our lives, if we make it to that point, when we're all survivors.