Is this typical?

Now that we've agreed to quit this thing, my husband seems, while sad, also happy. Little glimpses of the person I married are peeking through. A bicycle has appeared. Saturday morning breakfast has returned. It's like he's looking forward to his future again for the first time in a long while. It's gladdening. But it's also really sad, and hurts. I feel accountable. And I'm also, if I'm honest, jealous.