DH left me a few months ago. Apparently he'd known that he didn't want to be with me since before we'd married but felt pressured into going along with it although getting married had been his idea.
We have a much loved DD and he now lives several hours drive away. It kills me that his need to be away from me was so great that he was prepared to be a bit part in his daughter's life rather than stay.
I adored him and I thought we'd had had many wonderful times together (until recently when I knew he wasn't happy but thought it was down to his lack of work rather than me). All those memories have been destroyed and much as people tell me nice things about myself, I can't believe them.