Some parts of my love for my wife are untouched:
• I still want what is best for her in everything
• I still want to be the challenge to her hesitation in life
• I still care that she takes care of herself
• I still care that she gets a nutritious meal and a good night's sleep
• I still want to leave her better than I found her
But what is changed is the part that made me feel special, like she returned my love in kind and then some. What is gone is the belief that thoughts of me come first, and come often, to her throughout the day, and the comfort of knowing that. It's like she traded being responsible for my well-being in for taking care of herself. I feel like she couldn't bother to think about how massively her actions would have an impact on me, on us, on our marriage and relationship.
Edited to add:
The night I found out that she had been seeing her ex for six months, d-day, I recall a distinct feeling about love. And I recall telling her that during all our years together I had always felt like maybe I never loved her quite as much, as strong, as deep, as she loved me ... but that upon learning of her infidelity I realized that my love had been strong, and true, and faithful, and pure. I even said out loud that I now knew I loved her more than I had thought I did. And that made me terribly sad, because now I knew she did not carry that same fidelity of love that I did. Now I knew that for a time she came first, her needs and selfishness came before honor and respect. As I became a broken puddle on the floor, a crushed heart, bleeding out, I felt that hope of truly reciprocal love leave the house.
[This message edited by OneInTheSame at 3:48 AM, March 13th (Tuesday)]