This is a very long story but I'll try to keep it as brief as possible. Together for 16 years, although the last 3 or so were pretty much already over, we still lived together but slept in separate beds. I finally got up the courage and strength to leave (guilt and shame and the fruitless hope for a happy family kept me there far too long) six months ago and to begin with I was fine, a bit shaken, but I thought I'd done all my crying and already got over the fact that the relationship was dead, years ago. Christmas was predictably awful (first time single) although a lovely friend invited me to hers and tried to make it nice for us. Since then I've just felt utterly bereft and gutted. I'm crying all the time. Not seeing my (teenage) kids as much as I'd like, as they just want to be at dad's (I'm the one who left). It's all just tearing me apart. Please, someone tell me this is just a phase and I'll get past it eventually :)