There wasn’t any one thing. We were no contact for awhile but we slowly started talking a little at a time. It eventually led to me moving back in for a few small stints (student teaching, knee surgery, a few months before my wedding). Today, we talk basically only through FaceTime with my two year old and there’s a trip or two to see each other over the course of the year. But honestly, my mental health is fucked before and after the visits, I get anxiety attacks before a phone call occasionally, and we can’t really have deeper than small-talk conversation because we disagree on almost everything.