My work-husband, who was also my boss (talk about Freudian!) died of a massive MI last year…he had quit our “home” and gone on to bigger and better things. <sigh>
I miss him.
My work-husband is my boss as well. Our relationship has cooled considerably and I have been told by his other work-wife (and my lesbian work wife - it’s a complicated triangle) that he is having personal problems with his real wife and may have had to knock our relationship back a bit. My husband also gets a bit bristled sometimes. We’re just very comfortable together. I can order at a restaurant for him, and he for me. I got pregnant at the same time as his wife (our children are two weeks apart). I think it has really gotten under his wife’s skin.
I don’t think it helps that people have thought we were married before (new coworkers, restaurant staff) and when I turn something in to him that he is really happy about he’ll say “this is why I love you.” So now I’m in the work-spouse dog house, at least until his wife is happy again.
Maybe that’s why our relationship works - I know his marriage is the most important relationship in his life. There is none of that sexual tension or jealousy.
Hang in there, Campion. He obviously doesn’t deserve you. I know it doesn’t seem possible right now, but you will find another work-husband someday! You seem like a witty, intelligent woman – any guy would be lucky to have you as a work-wife. Just give yourself plenty of time to heal, so that you don’t wind up with a rebound work-husband.
(Oh, and when you do find a new one, see if he has any friends who need a job in Northern Virginia, 'k? I want a work-husband, too! ;))
What happened to the dry wall?
Point of clarification please: is Campion the rich, hot lawyer? Or am I confusing her with another poster?
Campion is the rich, hot, and currently single lawyer. (How do these rumors get started?) 
In point of fact, I am witty and intelligent, and not at all self-involved, thank you for noticing. (I’m sorry, “hubris”? I’m not familiar with that word.)
I spent some time today interviewing candidates for the position of work-husband, and have come to the conclusion that I am going to be a widow for a while. There’s really no one suitable (unless I try to break up another work-marriage or pick up one of the newbies, and, really, I’m neither a homewrecker nor a cradle-snatcher).
This is kind of bad; I’m actually a bit nutty, and so far I’ve been able to apportion my nuttiness amongst my work-husband and my non-work-friends. It now appears that my non-work-friends are going to have to carry a heavier load. Oh, dear. And I had so hoped they would all think I was normal.
How You doin? 
I’m tellin ya, you’ll be happier if you come over to the side of truth and justice. All that defense work is wearing ya down.