My husband and I separated a little while ago.
We live under the same roof and we talk to manage the children, but that is the extent of our interaction.
He has moved out of the main bedroom and sleeps downstairs, sharing a room with one of our children.
I am upstairs, sharing a room with our 3-year old.
My other child gets to have a solo room.
We don’t attend family gatherings, as I can’t bear turning up and acting like a fucking fraud for several hours.
He goes to his work, I go to mine.
We come home, feed the children, do homework, then head to our respective bedrooms.
It seems to work for us, and the kids haven’t found anything odd about the arrangements.
Life goes on!
An amicable split is all you can hope for.