I'm about six weeks in I think and I'm often positive and ok now. I keep repeating something I read - this is who I'm sad about? I repeat that to myself whenever I start to feel nostalgic - that's the other thing that has really comforted me; that a lot of my sadness comes from nostalgia, from what it was (or I thought it was) not what it actually was. He didn't love me anymore, that was gone, and frankly I am now old enough and wise enough to know that the kind of man who would do that to his family is just not a man I want in my life.
Taking control helps - getting a job, sorting child care, washing the car myself (he would never have done that but did take it to the car wash for me!!) I think there will always be a scar there, and as long as they are together that scar will ache, but fuck me she's welcome to the spineless shit. I wouldn't want him back, not him. I wish he had carried on loving me like he did, but then actually I think, he didn't love me enough anyway. I don't think he is capable of the kind of love I want. I keep making myself think positively, I talk to myself nicely, and I breathe a lot.
You've got this OP, don't let it eat you up. He's a shit man making shit choices and so is she - hence the choice of a very shit man! Anyone who actively chooses a man who has such awful morals is not a stable and happy individual, not really.