I'm here, still listening, still reading, still taking in all that is being said. Words are insufficient to describe my gratitude to you all. I apologise to those who I sense are becoming irritated by my inability to grey rock, find my dignity or my inner steel but all those things escape me at the moment. I'm doing my best and am drawing heavily on the insight so compassionately offered by so many. In my darkest hours over the last few days, that has literally been a life-saver. And yes, I'm sure he's not coming back, although I wish with every atom of my being that he would, because his new-found contempt for me is there on public display and I can do absolutely no right at all in his eyes. But human nature clings to hope when all hope is lost and I don't believe that my reactions are unusual, or absurd, or signs of weakness - they are simply instinctive.
I'm continuing with the Sertraline. I hate taking it as I don't know if the palpitations and panic attacks, and the almost constant nausea are because of it, or despite it. Hopefully my GP will be able to clarify all this on Friday.
I bitterly regret mentioning my youngest DD's reaction as I feel as if I have betrayed her. She has had significant difficulties in life, unlike her siblings, so every achievement is hard won. She did want to smack the OW in the face, not because I was egging her on or demonising the OW as despite all of this, I remain a decent and sensible woman who abhors violence, but because she had a relationship - of sorts - with her which she feels has been completely exploited and she is now, of course, second-guessing her every interaction with OW. And as for the comment about her reaction to her father's betrayal being a reversion to childhood.. as I said, I feel like I have betrayed my lovely girl if her very heartfelt and genuine emotions become something for those who do not know her to dissect in a critical way.
For those who are questioning my certainty about the woman I know to be my H's affair partner, as I said elsewhere, there is no doubt but I will not divulge how it was confirmed as it is both specific and very outing. But you are right in that she is something of an irrelevance really, a pathetic egotistical woman who has failed the sisterhood. Shame on her. Shame on him. As I've said before, I wish her karma.
I'm still not eating much and I feel very much 'separate' to myself, like I'm watching myself just going through the motions of everything. The greyness of it all is simply awful. I walked around the house this morning, looking really closely at everything, including all the work that needs doing on it as it's quite old and is (was) a work in progress, and my heart ached at the thought of the sale board going up and having to leave it. It has always been our anchor and somewhere we have all cherished. It nearly broke us to buy it all those years ago as it was really way beyond what we could afford at the time with young DC in nursery but we wanted it so badly and we've loved it so much. I can scarce comprehend the thought of walking away from it and I'm not ready to do so yet.
I have no energy for exercise, and I do understand that the one begets the other, so I should try but I have been trying to do some mindfulness stuff online. I've managed to do some proper work although my attention span is hopeless and it all feels so completely meaningless. I'm still battling the desire to resign but I know that is driven by a subliminal desire to put myself through a form of shock therapy, a perverse hope that somehow it will change the current wider status quo. It would be a Pyrrhic victory.
I have sufficient insight despite all this to know that I am now in danger of boring you all to death so I think I probably need to step away for a while. In a perfect world I would rise like a phoenix from the ashes and post in a year's time that I'm over him, I recognise him for the terrible person that he is, and that my life is so much better without him. But the reality is that my life won't be better without him as he was the love of my life. I didn't marry him as a naive child or a virgin as someone has suggested (very much not so, I had a number of serious relationships before him), but I did marry him knowing that I adored him, I would always look for him as I entered a room full of people because he was - and still is - my favourite person in the world, and that even now I'm waiting for the sound of his key in the door.