@Babe2807 now that is a question... This might be a long one...
One day at a time really. My ex had emotionally checked out, I was still on maternity leave so I was already doing everything - so in practical terms nothing changed when he left. And the kids keep you going, because even if your world has come crashing down, theirs hasn't and life needs to carry on as normally as possible for them.
A couple of weeks after he left, I realised that there was no point in talking to him any more. He couldn't give me any answers. I asked questions hoping that he'd show some understanding of what he'd done, offer some explanation, show some empathy but he couldn't help me and it was just driving me into the ground. So I stopped talking to him altogether. Email about the kids and the divorce, the occasional whatsapp about the kids when it was something immediate. Once I knew it was over and there was no going back, going as no contact as possible helped me detach from him and accept the situation. And time helps with that too. I decided not to let him anywhere near me emotionally any more, he doesn't get to see my hurt or feel sorry for me or whatever any more. Hopefully in time it will get easier and I'll relax and be able to interact with him again, but after what he's done I don't think I'll ever be friends with him or let him close.
I talked. God I have talked so much. I told my closest friends, and I also told people I didn't know so well, some of whom have now become my closest friends. People are amazing and lovely and they will want to be there for you. Some of them don't know how to help, but others will be there, on the end of the phone, checking you're ok, holding your hand while you cry, grabbing the phone off you to stop you sending a stupid "please don't leave me" messages... I have seen so much kindness since he left, it's been pretty humbling. Reach out and ask for help.
I accepted that some days I was useless. I went back to work from maternity leave about a month after he left and probably spent 80% of my time crying in the loos or over a cup of tea with a couple of really good friends there. I felt like I was failing at work as well as everything else, but I was honest about what was going on with my bosses and they were incredibly supportive.
I took control of what I could - so filed for divorce and started working through spreadsheets and finances. That's just me, but finding something practical to focus on really helped. And frankly I just don't want to be married to him any more, so want it done and dusted as quickly as possible.
I got referred for counseling and have had 4 months or so (just coming to an end). It has helped join some dots for me, and I've spoken about stuff there that I wouldn't necessarily want to dump on anyone else. It's been very helpful. My self esteem is totally knackered, rationally I know I'm ok, people like me etc etc, but this batters you and I think we're all struggling with that, feeling worthless and unloved and generally crap. I'm hoping that will improve with time.
I hate the "kids are resilient" thing - fuck that, a 4 year old shouldn't have to be resilient. But they will be ok. My older two have had a few wobbles, and I still get questions, but on the whole they've got used to the new normal and are young enough to accept things. Despite the awful shit my ex put me through, we've somehow managed to protect them from a lot of it by being consistent, coming up with a routine and making changes gradually. And my youngest will never know any different, it'll all just be normal. You don't know how you'll react under these kind of circumstances but I've never had the urge to use them against him, I would do anything to protect them and make sure that they grow up happy, secure and loved. I told the school what was happening and they were great at keeping an eye (and they providing some emotional literacy sessions when my middle one had a sad patch).
Chump lady said this thing about your heart being cracked open. That's really what it feels like, I can physically feel it. But when I'm with the kids, when we're mucking about and they're laughing and I'm laughing, my heart doesn't feel like that. My relationship with them is stronger, we're closer and I see them differently somehow. They're my gang, my team. I'm so very sad they're not going to grow up with a "normal" family, but if they can't have that they're going to have a strong, resilient, loving mum who will do everything and anything for them, and hopefully they'll be proud of me one day. We've also spent a lot more time hanging out with friends and family, so in a way I feel like we're growing our extended family - it's just he's not in it any more. One day, when they're old enough to know the truth, if they ask then they will find out about what their dad did, not because I want to punish him, but because I won't lie to them, and I don't want them to repeat his mistakes. They will learn from what's happened and be better, kinder people because of it.
There are so many horrible angles to it - the loss of a future, the betrayal (even if there is no OW, it's a betrayal), the loss of a best friend, the confusion at the person who is standing before you who doesn't bear any resemblance to the person you married... Why anyone would choose not to live with their babies it just so far beyond me I can't even think about it any more.
You just have to keep going. That's it really. It's the most horrendous, awful time, but you'll get through it because you have to. At the moment it's all a big gaping bloody wound. It will get better. Sometimes the scab will get knocked off and you feel like you're back at square one, bleeding all over the place, and I don't think the scars will always be there. But you will heal.
Also: wine, swearing/calling him a dickhead, comedy emojis and this thread.
Massive massive hugs to you and @4piecesofCheeseontoast. Keep posting for support, practical help or just ranting. We're here. xxx