We have a D together and parent 50/50 so we see each other every day and live just a few blocks from each other. So in a sense, we never broke up, so all the breaking up was for absolutely nothing!!
After I left I talked to him about a year later and told him that none of this was his fault, that I was so depressed that I couldn't see straight. It was still too raw so I don't think he could really receive it. I still was in no shape to get back together with him at that point, however. Fast forward to a year ago, we had a therapy session together because co-parenting with him became so difficult that he couldn't speak to me without showing lots of anger, which started to affect our D. In the session I told him that he was the greatest h, that he was honest, caring and took care of me, so to speak for two years while I wallowed on the couch, unbeknowst to me (because I thought I was "acting" normal), unable to cook or clean for a full two years. During these two years we had our D, so the only thing I did was go to work and took care of her. He NEVER complained once, not once and took over all of the house cleaning, the cooking and TOOK MY $h!te in general. I told him that not every man could have done this and that I hope and pray that one day our D marries a man just like him. I also told him that he needed to know that I regret what happened and that there will always be a part of me that HATES what the depression stole from me--it stole my family.
Funny thing Karma. Here I am some years later on H2 and I am now on the other side of it--can't help but to think, what goes around, comes around.