Things aren't always as they appear

Things started looking a little rocky earlier this year.  I felt as if our marriage was in a lull.  For a while  I thought a change in scenery would fix things.  Colorado?  Portland?  Florida?  Mars?  I felt like some distance from our troubles would be the magic catalyst to make our lives happy, normal and blissful again.  His overbearing parents would not be able to interfere, we could start our lives together in a new surrounding, discover a new environment together, and recharge out batteries so to speak.  This new world would be all ours and our kids.  We could make new friends, start new jobs, find new favorite hang outs.  It seemed as if my husband seemed to have changed overnight, I was stupid enough to think this change of city would change things.  It would be that simple and magical in my mind.   Little did I know his "secret".  He was all over the place, sad thing was that it was never home.  His children missed him, and truthfully his wife did too.  Our lives started going separate ways.  I began being insulted more often.  I was too fat, I couldn't cook, My divorcee friends were a bad influence, my dad was unbearable and "bought my kids", the list went on and on.  It began to become a double edged sword.  I started plunging into a depression so to speak.  My friends at work told me that the twinkle in my eye was gone, and I slept more, which of course caused me to be under much more scrutiny.  I tended to stay home with our kids, and he began regressing age wise and to be honest he started looking like a fool.  The clothes he wore began to make me wonder but at this point I had no idea that I was a "beard".  He began wearing heavily embroidered shirts, Night at the Roxbury style and he began hanging out at some questionable establishments.  I chalked it up to midlife crisis.  Little did I know what I was in for in the near future.....