My husband walked out eight months ago, out of the blue. He's now living with the OW, leaving me with the three dcs.
Everyone keeps telling me how well I'm coping, how well I'm doing, but I am starting to fall apart. I feel as if I can't breathe properly, and the very smallest thing sends me into a spiral - when I'm out or at work, I can just about control it, but at home I keep crying in front of the dcs, or shouting at them for the very smallest thing, which is obviously horrible for them and really unfair.
My short term memory is awful, I keep forgetting who I have had conversations with. I can't concentrate on anything at work. I've become totally fixated on keeping the house tidy, and any mess sends me into a complete state. I've become totally obsessed by finances, and worry about every penny we spend, which objectively I know isn't necessary as we aren't badly off, and I have a fairly well paid job (assuming I hang on to it....)
I think the rage and fury I felt initially has now gone, and what's left is this real sadness, which is causing some of the problems. I can't bring myself to tell anyone how I really feel - my mother is lovely, but this has torn her apart and she can't really help practically. She lives overseas and isn't well herself. My sister has a child who is really sick, and has plenty on her plate. My friends are amazing but when I steel myself to tell them what I really feel I just find myself freezing up and saying that I am basically fine. I feel so humiliated by what has happened that I don't want anyone to pity me any more than they already do.
And maybe I am fine. Maybe this is just normal, and it's just part of the healing process. But it's horrible, and I can't stand it. And I am so worried about the impact on the children, who have already had to deal with so much, and now have to live with this unpredictable crazy woman.