I don’t know why, but this piece made me think of The Doors:

When you’re strange

Faces come out of the rain

When you’re strange

No one remembers your name

When you’re strange

When you’re strange

When you’re strange

I’d argue that divorce is an experience, not a legality, so I can empathize with your husband’s POV. Having said that, I’ve been lured into relationships where I thought she was divorced but not really. It does kinda sting. People are strange…