Terrible ending of a love story

I am a Muslim women and I married a Muslim man if you guys never dated or married an arab guy you would know what kind of people they are with culture and family. When I got married to him it was beautiful but lots of things started happening like him and his family getting sick on the wedding day, losing his wallet in a taxi in Mexico, missing our flight, him breaking his leg the next month, etc.. we got back to the apartment. He is very family oriented meaning it would be 3 am thundering and he goes and ask me “I’m gonna see my dad cause I didn’t see him today” and no he wasn’t cheating he just loved his family so much. So later I didn’t want to get pregnant but he pushed it on me. Got pregnant had lots of problems with his family cause he would want to take him everywhere with him even at random check ups for my pregnancy. And we moved in with his parents and siblings when I was 4 months pregnant. We fought a lot and this was just the same year. After 8 months I had a baby but she had passed cause she was deformed but my baby was a fighter she lived for 2 hours when doctors said she wasn’t gonna make it when she comes out. That day I lost it… we got into dept cause my ex husband wanted to get a piece of land my father in law dreamed about. I literally didn’t have a car, house, privacy, or alone time with my ex. He is a good person but I should’ve known that he wasn’t husband material. He got so stressed out pleasing his family members that it drew us apart. His family got into my problems, his brother talking shit about me, and them trying to run my life like I was their own child. My ex was soo stressed it ended him up having manic bipolar depression. Where he thinks he’s the greatest and making scenarios like his brother was in love with me, or he thinks he has a child out there that was his, etc… he was broken when we lost the baby he would hold her and just cry and blame himself. He ended up in the mental hospital by force cause we couldn’t help his mental state he was almost 145 pounds for a 6FT man. 3 years later I’m still living with his parents and no change same thing over and over. Finally the day came where he opened up Facebook and started hearting and commenting sexual things to girls. I went up to him and told him wtf and he said he knew I was stalking his page and his friend so he purposely typed that to get something out of me and it did lol… we fought and fought and he said he wanted a divorce.. I was devastated for wasting 4 years for basically nothing in return. I didn’t have a marriage with a husband.. I was basically a another sibling for them… I loved my husband so much and it hurts that he just let it go saying I don’t do anything for him and blamed me for his problems when I was there standing by him. I grabbed my things and hugged him and said I wished it would’ve worked out but I knew he wasn’t ready for an actual marriage. And he never wanted to move out from his parents. So I left waiting for him to call my father to finalize but it’s been 2 days and it was mostly me pushing the divorce forward. So I get a text from his sister saying he’s out of town for 2 days and that he’s gonna call my dad later.. so we’ll see what’s going on.. I will forever love that man and he will forever be my everything but I gained more than what I lost..