You sound like you are in a good place. When H first moved out (6 months ago) it would break my heart watching him take the kids away for the day or over night. I would hold it together right until i closed the door, then I would collapse in a heap and cry. I have just said goodbye to them, and whilst it still hurts to watch them all go, a part of me looks forward to now having the house to myself.
Time is a great healer. The pain never truly goes away but I know my kids are safe and they are loved (by both of us) and that (and this is the one that takes the longest to learn), we, H, me and our girls, will be fine no matter what happens. It has taken me six months to get here, and the shock of discovering he is dating, to really get my [censored] into gear, but I am there. You sound like you are there already. Keep your chin up. He sounds like he has refocused on the kids and that can only be a good thing.
Enjoy your chores. Try and see the beauty in the mundane things.
