During the days/weeks/months of his affair, when you were alone, you met someone; yourself.
Your strong, resourceful survivor, self.
As you crawled through the pain and loss, you entered a new realm. You learned what you liked to eat, watch, wear, think, go, do and be. After all, there wasn’t any spouse to please….
Just you, trying to be kind to yourself, trying to get through another day. Needing to have some kind of life beyond being his wife.