My husband walked out on me and our 2 DDs on July 1st, and I'm still utterly gutted about it. We have been married for 7 years, together for 16.
I had no warning, we hadn't argued and there hadn't been any change in our relationship at all (sexual or otherwise). He had been in a foul mood for a week or two beforehand, but he'd put his back out and been signed off work and I put it down to that.
That morning we were getting ready to go to a friend's house for a barbecue. I asked him if he was ok, as he was clearly unhappy about something. He just said that he didn't want to be here any more, no explanation or reason. I packed him a bag and he went to his mother's. He is still there, and has never offered the slightest explanation for his actions.
I have had to try and hold myself together, and continue to support the kids (10 and 9) through this. I had to explain that daddy had left, that he wasn't coming back. He has left me to arrange everything, from financial stuff to childcare. He sees the kids 2 evenings a week (by default - his mother picks them up from school and gives them dinner, then he sees them for an hour before dropping them back to me), and he has them overnight every other weekend. He still pays some direct debits (but not the mortgage - I've always paid that) and sporadically gives me some cash.
I hate my life now. It's not just that I still love him, even after everything he has done. I just hate everything, from sleeping alone to being the only one trying to work out how to get through this. When I think of everything I'm doing and compare that to the life he gets to live now it just breaks me. He gets to live a life without having to care about getting babysitters or how much it costs to run a house.
Sorry for the rant. I just feel so broken.