I'm not going to sit here and say he was the worst husband and father in the world, because that would be a lie. He took care of us. If we wanted something, we got it. If it was reasonable. I did work also and helped as well, so let's not give him all the credit though. What we had is what I wanted. I chose our house and I decorated it. I chose my Escalade, until someone ran into me.. Another story for another time. I loved the life we had made, minus the not being in love with him part and the history. He loved our daughter like nothing else and would do anything in the world for her. Which is why what has happened in the last year and a half has us all so confused. I never worried myself with not trusting him. I mean I did in the beginning, but somehow it became a thing I didn't worry about. Was it because I honestly deep down didn't care or because I knew it didn't matter, he would do what he wanted anyway? Who knows?! But I quit worrying. I didn't worry whe...