I can sympathise with you all. I found out exH was having an affair, which I had long suspected, 4.5 years ago. After he had gone, people were marvellous, inviting me to things (though I didn't want to go), accompanying me on nights out when the DC were with exH, which were ok but I still felt an undercurrent of loneliness which was made worse when I returned to the empty house. That was the pits. My dog helped a lot there, always pleased to see me! I know what some of you mean about the future being empty and dark, I thought that too, it scared me.
I was thrown into this huge social whirl, but I knew people were just being kind, and, inevitably, life moved on, they thought I was 'better', and that's when the real emptiness started. Yes, I had 3 young DC but although we had loads of fun there was still something missing for me. I still carried a torch for exH and relied a bit on him for money and help (he was always a control freak and wouldn't let me do anything, I was v dependent on him). I tried dating at that point (10 months post -split) which was soul-destroying. Met some lovely people but no spark and they were all as lonely as me. Some quite desperate and a bit scary!! I met one very nice man in a club queue who was a lot of fun, we dated for a while but I made an arse of myself by being horribly needy and emotional, wrecked the whole thing. I wasn't ready - I was looking for someone to make me feel complete and secure again and didn't realise for quite some time that person had to be me.
I stopped dating and started a degree. I also volunteered with the National Trust which was fab. I took every invitation and created as many opportunities for myself as I could without being annoying (I hope). Then, typically, when I'd become emotionally independent of exH or any man, and felt confident and content with myself and my little life, I met an amazing man by chance at a party. He said I had an inner glow and he liked my independence. Some time later, he moved in and I actually RESENTED giving up my space and routines a bit, though he's worth it. Hated sharing my lovely big bed. It took a while to enjoy it, and that really surprised me.
I think if I'd met him earlier things would have been different. I would have been needy and emotional, and it was better that I had the time to be on my own and get used to it, and used to myself. I love him dearly but I know if this ends (which it won't) I would be ok, it's been a wierd journey but I'm glad it took so long.
What I'm trying to say, in a thread-hijacking kinda way, is that you will also be ok. Take every invitation, open as many doors for yourself as possible. Be proud of every single achievement; like yourself, indulge yourself, forget dating until you feel stronger because it is soul- destroying if you're not. Give yourself time. You all sound so lovely! You will all be fine, I promise! The future is exciting, who knows how it will tutn out...?