"Yeah, I'm a mad cat lady. It's not so bad really...but you have to like cats. "
Me too flippin.
UUG, I hope you're feeling a little better today. I second what everyone on here has said, try to rest, take each moment at a time, make sure you keep hydrated and try to eat little amounts when you can. I remember for the first few weeks I lived off tinned peaches, ravioli and Weetabix. I was in the very early stages of pregnancy at the time, but it didn't do me any harm. And keep drinking.
I know you're at the very beginning of this awful journey, and you probably aren't even considering where you'll be in 3 months, 6 months, or even a year's time. But I would like to give you hope.
My STBXH left suddenly on 1 August last year. He took me into town after work on the pretence of going out for some food and then watching a cricket game. He pulled into the car park, then said, completely out of the blue that he 'couldn't do this anymore' (that old fucking chestnut) and asked me to get out the car. He got increasingly aggressive. I was confused and distraught. I got out the car and he drove off. My Dad came to pick me up, took me home, and we discovered he'd moved out of the house that day, whilst I'd been at work. He'd taken all of his belongings and many of 'ours'.
I am pregnant, expecting his child at the end of March. He had a mistress who was, at the time he left, 5 months pregnant. I had no idea he was having an affair. We had been trying to conceive for 3 years and were undergoing fertility treatment.
The first few weeks were awful. A maze of shock and anger and tears. At the same time of having to deal with solicitors, doctors, counsellors, work too. I am still going through it now, we're yet to get divorced, his OW doesn't know I'm pregnant, and finances are a huge issue.
BUT, I'm SO RELIEVED he's gone. The fog lifted quite soon after he'd left. I got angry. And this anger spurred me on. I asked for lots of support and people gave it in spades. I realised I was so unhappy and insecure because he'd made me that way. People ask if I'm lonely. Definitely not. It was far far lonelier being in a relationship with someone who treated me like shit. I have peace and contentment now.
Sorry for wittering, but try to hold onto this. I am thinking of you lots. 