I found your post to be similar to my situation. I’m 56. Married at 16. My now grown sons and grandkids go off to do their thing with “pappy” while I sit alone and feel so left out. I left my family when I married him and basically moved in with his family. I feel like I’ve not only lost my husband, but my family of 38 years too. It stinks that he unilaterally made the decision to erase me. It stinks more that I’m still struggling with the pain three years later. He’s moved on and is happily enjoying his freedom and I’m stuck in despair.