Thank you for the many, many responses with the incredible mixture of wisdom, support, insight, bracing-up, kindness. @Thewookiemustgo, I'm afraid I succumbed and did dive down into that wretched world of comparing dates on that horrendous statement with what I and the DC were doing. On my birthday they were at a very lovely restaurant which he and I had been to numerous times over the years during special occasions, including birthdays. On another, on a day that I know he told my eldest DS that he was too busy to meet up with him and discuss DS's forthcoming change of role at work (I have DS's sad whatsapp to me about it), he was at a place I had always wanted to go to with him but he said he hadn't liked the look of. Well he seems to like it now as he's a regular.
And I completely blew it by ringing him - to my amazement he answered - and raging at him like some mad woman, sobbing, crying, totally incoherent. I managed not to tell him that I had the statement, thank God, but I screeched that he had 'been seen' by people I knew at these places. He was furious, contemptuous, dismissive and I knew I had made a profound mistake as I feel completely without any worth whatsoever now. I felt as nothing before but now it's as if I am just a ghost of something long past. He said that he couldn't wait to divorce me, that I was completely disgusting and he hadn't loved me 'for years'. That I had had 'my chances' but he now has 'zero interest' in me or my pathetic little life. And many other vile things. It was like being flayed but I didn't end the call because I just needed to connect with him, to cling onto the sound of his voice, irrespective of its cruelty. I imagine a psychologist would have a field day with me.
So there you have it. I've blown my dignity, any semblance of composure I had managed to cobble together over the past few weeks, and made a complete fool of myself. I went to Church this morning to try and find a shred of peace. I haven't been for weeks as my faith seems to have abandoned me the way H has, and as I listened to the Priest talking about this being the Festival of Christ the King, I thought about the pain of a broken heart, the grief of my losing him - my beloved, precious husband - the agony of our beautiful family being blown apart like this, and I just felt bleak in a way I cannot even describe. The Priest stopped me on the way out and took my hand, told me it was nice to see me again, and asked how I was; I could tell that someone has clearly told him about my situation. I couldn't answer but started to break down and he told me that I could talk to him at any time. He is a good, learned, kind man and I may well take him up on the offer in the future but not now as I am inconsolable and have virtually no emotional self-control.
I know many of you will be disgusted in me and my weakness. I ask only that you accept that we all react in our own ways and that there is no script for this (unlike my H's 'script' which definitely trotted out all those cliches about never having loved me etc etc). This thread is a lifeline to me, literally at times, so please go easy on the criticism as I'm really not in a good place. In normal times I'm a strong, independent, professional woman who has achieved a reasonable amount of success and have tried to do my bit to give back to society. But the gods are having a grand old time playing chess with my heart and soul now. As I said to my brother a few weeks ago, I must have done something very, very bad in the past to warrant this hell.