My ex moved out over a year ago. We had been sleeping in separate rooms for a while and I was desperate for him to leave. I ended the relationship because of many reasons, he was incredibly unsupportive of me emotionally, I felt that he was from the day our son was born (we have a 3.5 year old). He disagreed with everything I said or did, stopped working, left us screwed financially, barely helped with our son, many many reasons.
He kept on telling me we should work at it, I refused as he made no effort to change. I hold my hands up, I can be a total nightmare to live with too. I had fully had enough and wanted out.
So he moved out, we ended up working away on and off over the summer and we were sleeping with each other on and off. Things started to get sour at the end of last year, we last slept together in February, and 3 months prior to that.
I always had a massive issue that he didn't support me with our son, and would never agree to definite days when he would have him. He turned up whenever he liked, is always late with maintenance, in fact he still owes me from February. He lives a very rambling man existence, very hand to mouth, flittering about. That's fine if you are on you own, but he has our son and another child from a previous relationship to support.
So he is working the odd day here and there and suddenly 3 maybe 4 weeks ago after much badgering he agreed to definite days/eve to have our son. This has been fantastic, lovely to have a break and for our son to spend time with his daddy. He has suddenly become wonder daddy. It is great, but now he's being so wonderful with our boy I am realising that I love him and I keep picturing how it could have been. When our son sees us together his face lights up and it breaks my heart.