that night while lying in bed the coversat ion came back to me....and before I could stop it I thought. "It must be nice to have someone who cares for you" The tears came bursting out of me...because deep down I knew that 19 years of marriage and my husband didn't really care for me. He cared that I didn't get my usual chores done.That my incredible dinners had downgraded to hotdogs and grilled cheese. And that I wasn't as organized with homework and kids activities. He cared that I didn't want to be intimate. But he DIDN'T care about my well being. 6 months I sat alone...and he only cared about how it affected his life.