I do agree with those saying, don't.
For the 3 years that I stayed (for several reasons, but fundamentally, if there'd been no child there'd have been no marriage) I just got on with my life as if he wasn't there. Well, we did stuff together, holidays and stuff... but other than that I rarely spent time with him, and emotionally utterly checked out of the relationship. In case I sound like a contender for Worst Wife, I checked out because he kept cheating, and we lived separate lives to an extent because I hated him.
I am, of course, happier now.
In the year before I left, I wanted to book him a meal at a very fancy waiting list restaurant 4 hours from home. I say wanted to - it was the only present idea I had. As I booked the lunch sitting, because dinner meant a hotel and I couldn't bear to be alone with him overnight, without the buffer of my daughter, I thought "you need out, you can't live like this".
Ditto inviting a relative of his that I didn't even like on Cmas Day, and panicking when it looked like they couldn't come - again, because I needed the buffer.
It's an awful way to love darling. Do at least keep planning for your exit.