I was under a lot of stress the last few days, and I did not state things exactly as I wished to when I saw the table you are painting.  I haven't checked my page lately, so I haven't seen if there was a response to my earlier status, but I wanted to write this beforehand to help clarify things.  You have always been a wonderful artist, and I wanted more than anything to be able to paint with you.  I wanted to make things with you, and when we had enough pieces, sell all the ones we wanted to at a show.  So yes, to see you producing painted furniture like we made together under a different name, it hurt.  I tried to convince you many times that you should paint more, and loved doing that with you.  That was my initial reaction, but there is more to it than that.  
Did you ever wonder if perhaps the Universe was trying to tell you something?
It seems you are enjoying using what I taught you, which I do recall voicing my belief that you would, whenever the subject arose.  I know I spoke about that topic quite a bit, especially when we met.  I look at pictures of you working on the furniture with me back in the day - the moon man vanity, the chest we build and painted together, and what I see is both serious artist and a woman enjoying herself.  In one conversation in one of our last few months together, I suggested that maybe you would be happier not working in your job. I would find a way to make enough for us to pay the bills and you could stay home and paint and play with Savannah.  It just seemed like a pleasant life to me, and I suggested it for that reason.
We were awesome together in our work.  We made some beautiful things.  Maybe the Universe agreed with me, and you are seeing it like I did.  Maybe things are happening for a reason, but not the reason you may have thought.  Maybe, just maybe, it is trying to show you part of the life you were meant to have.  With me.  Maybe listening to your husband every now and again wasn't a bad thing.  Maybe you could still have that life.  Maybe you were meant to paint furniture with me, and go to shows, travel, and have people tell you what an awesome artist you are, and pay out the ass for your work, while your husband handles the stressful/boring parts. Maybe you and your husband were meant to then use this money to go to some fantastic places, and take incredible pictures of our daughter, together. 
Just a thought.