Men and women experience things so very differently; we tend to bond w/ all our might, and are hard-wired for complex communication.
Men seem doomed to be slaves to their groins as the pancea of all things and passport to all vistas of glory. Ox to slaugher.
The result is usually something like that lay-man's 'midlife crisis'.
I was in a 23yr. relationship; we met at the end of highschool. He acts like he doesn't remember who I am, or tells me about his latest drawing of who he needs me to be to play out his current cravings without guilt or remorse. Ok whatever. We have two sons, ages 21 and 11, and a daughter who is 8. He filed for divorce in Dec. and still lives at the house w/ us. Most weekends he goes out and stays out all night. He says he wants me to mind my own business, then he'll invite me into his plans. He'll leave as one guy, and come home a monster in the morning. It's Jekyl and Hyde. He needs to make up his mind and stick to his own, personal boundries.
He's gonna have to find away to cope w/ all this weird stuff without me there as bumper pads for his ego. Oh yeah...keep your hands to yourself, Buddy.
He tends to get violent.
I am now in a very bizarre plane where I observe what sexual partners are from the outside. It's poignant and simultaneously exicting spiritually. I don't mean watching people have sex, I hate pornography. I'm speaking about the meaning of human life and pair bonding. It has been so liberating, so settling for me. I know who I am, what I desire in my heart, what my values are...I couldn't hope for a better road marker at 44.
Only love can break your heart...only love can mend it again (or so the song goes). Prayer is my refuge

Best wishes