Saved By Psychotherapy

At age twenty-six I had six months of psychotherapy, two hours a week. I worked hard and changed my outlook, faced my childhood and started to like myself. One thing though, I declined to be hypnotised for the purpose of delving into how much sexual abuse actually went on. I was afraid to know, to re-live. One day I might perhaps, but that is beside the point of what I wish to express here...
Now, at almost fifty with children still at home, divorced and keen to get them to reach their full potential using tools of love, kindness and support, I feel I'm now coming to some sort of breaking point.
The reason I feel is that after psychotherapy, I changed and could no longer relate very well with my family. Before it, I fitted in with them in a tortuous kind of way but was a total misfit in the wider world. Now I fit in nowhere. Not in my family or any groups in the community. I prefer to be by myself and focus on where my kids are going.
But without support or understanding coming from anywhere, I'm struggling. The strain of having to reject the idea of a stepfather in the house is due to my own theories of our home being a haven for us all where no stranger will be asked to live. No lover stays around long enough to bond with me and my children with the purpose of gaining our trust. I'm continually being betrayed and dumped by lovers who feel I can't give them enough so they go elsewhere, even while still seeing me. I've been divorced twelve years. I married my ex during the last stages of my psychotherapy. After that I gradually changed into a really good person, the person I am happy to be, whereas he has stayed exactly the same and I'm not saying that's bad, but I think we could no longer understand each other.
I'm trying to be positive, but life seems a little desolate from a personal perspective. Does anybody know what its like to saved by psychotherapy then find that nobody can understand the 'new you'?