I've posted at length about DP and his various drunken shenanigans and it hit the fan two weeks ago when he told me after six years that he didn't love me anymore and that he was moving out.
I'm coping in the way that I'm going to work everyday, crying on and off, genuinely trying to live in the moment and get by.
I guess what I need is practical advice, I've never been single and I have never lived on my own. I'm also stupidly in love with DP and devastated that he won't come back.
How do I move on? At the moment, I am coping by not touching anything in the flat that reminds me of him. I can't handle him coming to get his stuff. I am sleeping on the sofa because I can't bear the bed.
My biggest problem is the howling despair that hits when I leave somewhere at night and realise that I have no one to go home to and no one who knows or cares whether I get home safely.
Any tips on getting through this without shooting myself in the head through sheer despair?