You 'don't get over it' in a day - so don't expect to. Expect to be crap for quite some time, and forgive yourself for it. Anyone who tells you to 'get over it' or there's 'plenty more fish in the sea' bollocks needs to be told to do a running jump.
Yes, all of us suddenly abandoned ask "Am I going mad?"
But just at some point in the future, you'll just relax for five minutes. That's it.
Then a few weeks later, you'll relax for ten minutes.
A few weeks later, you'll relax for fifteen minutes.
And slowly, you find yourself relaxed for a day or two.
And that become your new normal.
Not happy, but not the pit of despair that is your current right now.
But it's a horrific time, and therefore, be angry, cry, fall apart, leave the housework, go out if you can, wallow if you can't. Because, just like being run over by a bus, your body will slowly heal. So will your mind.
My lovely SHL said to me on Friday - it'll be 18 months before you start to feel human again. She's not only a divorced specialist, but also a woman who divorced a controlling bastard. I believe her on this matter.
I really, really hated people calling me strong because I was a snotty dribbling wreck of a human being at the time. I still cry here and there; and because of the stage of divorce I'm in, cried a lot this week.
Doesn't make me weak though. Just means I'm sad and scared. 'Tis all.
But, I'll concede that we are a bloody stronger than we realise! I can tell you, despite that I whilst survey the wreck of my life at the moment, I can now pat myself on the back: I got this far, the worst is over, but it's a while before anything good comes of it.
And I'm okay with that.
I promise you - you won't feel the way you do tonight forever. But there's no magic wand to hurry the process along.
But, please, forgive yourself for feeling so distraught. It's really okay to be a pitiful wreck given the circumstances.
Take care.