Theft in the house

There was a thief in my house and one of the things he took away was something very precious to me. I am not one to be sentimental about gifts and mementos but this one thing was very close to my heart.
The money I lost did not affect me much, I never put my stamp of ownership on it anyway, neither did some of the other stuff I lost. This person who stole the stuff, I had known him only for a few days but somehow I had trusted him. If I felt bad it was about the betrayal and also DD's reaction to the whole incident.
My husband was so relieved that the loss was not really as much as it could have been, that I am compelled to think that optimism can sometimes distract you from reality. And give you recluse for your irresponsibility. Such incidents hold a mirror in front of a relationship. And no thanks, we do not want to see any more of our reflection. Somehow we have collectively taken responsibility of a home, but yet I am unable to share either the responsibilites or the feelings that make a home a home. I am suddenly unsure of the role I am supposed to play in my house. It must be very important for me to be here in the house, else why such a silent disapproval from all, and why so much back up planning, when I have to travel for a few days or a week. Yet, I think I am unable to see my role, or the role of both of us together. Apart from the money which comes in to run the house, it seems I can do everything by myself and nothing together.
How could a bond so strong as one that we shared break into pieces like this? Till many many years I felt every gap between us is a result of circumstances and everything can be bridged. But it seems time leaves its trail and nothing can ever be reversed. Each one of us lived in a concept of what we felt the other was like, and slowly as we faded further and further from this concept that we were not even aware we were supposed to be living up to, we never realised we were becoming strangers to each other. It is a different thing that one of us still does not realise. I am probably being too sensitive and it is no one's fault if I am. For all my emotions I am responsible and no one else. If I cannot handle them, who will?
This is a sad post but I am feeling sad today.
As the only positive thing I have to say, I have joined our residential compex security commitee and learning security norms and processes is turing out to be quite an interesting subject.