We're at a point in life where our husbands, children, work and social activities seem to fill each hour.

The husband seemed in a hurry, probably late for work.

Both her and her husband seem to only care what people think about them.

I'm speaking strictly for myself here; my husband doesn't seem to mind.

But her husband seemed to be adapting rather well to the circumstances.

In each story, the husband would seem to bear much of the responsibility for his wife's depression.

I keep meaning to get back into yoga, but work, baby, and husband seem to always come first.

Her husband did not seem to mind, nor even particularly to notice.

My husband doesn't seem to understand the notion of grief.

Her husband seemed to feel the same, making love to her several times a night.