Just that really. 2 years to the day (yes it was the first week of lockdown) that my DH of 13 years told me he didn’t “want this relationship any more”, 6 months after upending what I thought was an amazing marriage with an office liaison, I am finalising the split.
For anyone in the early days - it does get better. The excruciating pain subsides to a dull ache that you can forget about for a while. Bit tonight I’m so sad. I don’t want to be divorced, or a single mum. Even though tomorrow will make no practical difference to anything. I just wish, for once, there was someone to hug me and tell me it would be ok. Being strong for 3 wonderful DS is my priority. But now they are asleep, and I need some strength for me. Sorry for the wallow.