And a part of me is disappointed

I've been carefully avoiding details for a little while now waiting to see what would happen. It's been over a week so I guess it's time for an update on the Paperweight drama. He got close when he asked me about scheduling times, but he never got around to making an appointment for us to see a marriage counselor. That, combined with some recent incidents, led me to the decision that I need to move on. I told him to forget the counseling and to just pack up the rest of his shit and get out of my house. He's not free to come and go at his whim to see the kids anymore, I have strict times when he can be there (though it's still daily, so it's not like I'm a total bitch). No using my computer, no throwing clothes in my washer, no mooching food out of my fridge. And I told him to start coughing up the money for the kids or my lawyer would get it from him. The question has been posed many times, by myself and others....am I still in love with him? I think I'm in love with the man I fell in love with....kwim? He's just not that man anymore and, of course, there isn't anything I can do about that. Granted, I am not the same woman that he fell in love with. I'm not (as much as I loathe to admit it) that bubbly carefree 19 year old anymore. However, over the years, I've moved forward. I grew up, went to college, got a job and started taking care of a family. I've grown emotionally and spiritually. Paperweight, for the most part, is in the same place he was when we met. All those dreams and aspirations he had (and we had) never materialized. The only reason we have kids is because I went off the Pill and he was too lazy to do anything to prevent it himself. And in some ways, he's gone in reverse. That strong, supportive, spiritual man I fell in love with turned in to a whiny couch potato. But I remember. I remember the man who, when on the drive to see me, would stop his car periodically to pick me wild flowers. The man who took the day off work so he could walk me to my classes on my first day of college because I was so nervous. The one who left to go buy a rocking chair for the nursery the day he put his hand on my belly and felt his child kick for the first time. I'm in love with him. Anyways, what has reaction been to all of this? After our 'discussion', he stopped by the next morning and dropped of a check. In full. Four days early. He comes in the allotted time frame to visit the kids. He leaves. That's it. Not a comment, complaint or word otherwise.