I hear you, and feel the ache. The first few days are grim, but you will find a clean space in your head where you start to focus on making plans for the future, and moving forward.
My 1st husband told me late one night, a couple of days before we wee going on holiday, that he didn’t love,me, he didn’t think he’d ever loved me, he’d met someone else, he was leaving, he wanted a divorce, and we had to sell our house. Just like that. We’d known one another for 22 years, married for 14.
He also tried to rewrite our history, fabricating our life together as one long struggle, and treating me like a stranger. He WAS a stranger, I didn’t know the person he was being. It drove me potty trying to figure out if he’d always been this person, and I’d been fooling myself about his love, kindness and authenticity.
A few days lat, I got a grip, photocopied all his financial stuff, pay slips, pensions, bank accounts I knew nothing about. He’d moved out. A glimpse of a trembling future emerged from that. I had a random thought about how nice it would be decorate and furnish my new place without him dominating the choices. Even though I loved our home. It was a seed, it grew, and he continued to be an utter arse, but I did the divorce myself, and I was OK. Lots of tears, self doubt, depression, and initially like a bomb went off in my life.
it will be ok, but take the time you need, and accept the help and support that others will offer. It will build you up to take the on, and come out on top. You’re an amazing and loving soul, this is not you. It’s him. He’s a dick. You deserve better than him.