He loves his daughters. He always has, right from their birth, and even though I did most of the intensive raising for many of the years, he was always around to make them feel secure and loved in his presence. It made me very happy to see what a great father he was and I never felt bad about leaving my girls in his care. He wants the best for them and that is what I want, too.
I can overlook the nasty comments and the negative attitude – I can accept that he doesn’t like me enough to co-parent equally (although part of me resents the hell out of the fact that he sees women as lesser than equal).
He was a lousy husband but a great father. It makes me feel better to think that he will always be there for them.