I love how passionate he is about art, literature and music I love that he could cry and express himself and be vulnerable I loved how romantic he was, cards and gifts and little expressions of love I loved that he was open to trying things like yoga, therapy, alternative viewpoints I love that he was so into our kids, always going to doctor's appointments and child behaviorist and classes. I love that he comes to any and all school events that he is able to I love that he has shared very profound insights with the kids and with me I love that he is a fantastic cook I love that he is cultured and educated and has taught me a lot I love that he has been willing to go to therapy and try to work on himself, that he searches I loved that he was so in love with me I love that despite our financial troubles, he carried the workload so I could be with our kids all of these years I love that he cares so much about being a "good" person...he may miss the mark but it still matters
What is sad is that so much of this list is now past tense...he is disillusioned and I feel so associated with that. Some of it is still there but just not for me.
Inherent in so many of his qualities are/were exhibitions of his lack of identity. Caring so much what others think (including me) and that of course was detrimental to our relationship.
