My XH could be bloody awful and I don’t regret divorcing him at all, but when he was good, he was great (which is why I stuck it out for nearly 20 years).
Probably my favourite memories are around when we had our daughter. She was two weeks late via EMCS and we were still in hospital on my birthday a week later. He rocked up bearing an iced doughnut with sprinkles and a candle as well as all my cards from home.
Two weeks later he organised my birthday present…a night off for me, complete with takeaway and a visit from a mobile masseuse.
So yeah, despite all the arseholery he had his moments. I couldn’t have stayed married to him but with 8 years distance I can enjoy remembering the good bits now which is kinda nice.