HI Guy,
I'm sorry for your rough time. It is pain like nothing I ever felt before. I have a chronic disease and have given birth, but absolutely nothing prepared me for the depth of this very personal agony, as you are going through now.
Yes, my belly gets to feeling like a pit. I lost 30 pounds in a few weeks time and slept about an hour a night. The pills don't work for me. They knock me out but I'm a single mom now so can't do that.
I, too, and DD are losing the house we built. It's a log house and another dream that Perv has ruined for us without telling me.
A lot of soul searching has led to a few answers for me and I don't know if they will help you, but I too, hung onto him because it was familiar and I think I've been born to be a married person.
He hid himself away while married -20 years of it-and I think finally burst apart when he lost a second job in two years. He then turned all of his failures on me and gets mad about my successes, so is going to take me down further and force me out of our house.
Anyway...the soul searching I mentioned led me to finally understand that what I knew of this person for 20 years may not even have been real-it was his personality he showed me but contuniousy hid his true character from me and the world around us.
Now, it is like two people-the man I knew, who showed support and love and this man in my exh's body but who doesn't give damn about anyone but himself.
Another thing that helps is to know that it is universally thought that he doesn't really "care" for OW either. Ow is a vice, an escape, a resource, as perhaps your WW's OM's have been. He is in for a big surprise if he thinks he can make it work long term with her and sounds a little similar to your WW, if it's all right to say, where they are not dealing with their own selves but think that by changing the people and surroundings, it will fix all of their problems.
Their problems are not their spouses, their problems are inside and one of my solaces is hearing other people say that he doesn't seem happy, even now.
Yes, in my darkest hours, I came to SI because I could "work on it" but people in my virtual support system tire of it. There is comfort in the anonymity of SI as well and I felt less alone in my mind on here knowing how many people exist in the world who have had it happen, too.
It astounds me how many people in the world have to go through this.
It took me forever and a day to understand that STBXH had no intention of never returning to me, but he never, ever told me those words. He just abandoned us and never filed, never got a L, just left us in this purgatory. So I hope eventually, when the fog begins to clear, that you can make choices sooner than I did.
Our house may go up for sale with "As is" on it, as Perv doesn't tend to finish anything he starts, so I've been trying to prepare myself for more dead dreams there.
I, too, may end up living with family and am trying to come to terms with it.
My first foods were chips and gingerale, unflavored food that had a little bit of calories but I couldn't tolerate flavors and I can't eat when the grief comes.
I was at a point when I didn't know what the day was, the time and sometimes I was surprised when morning came again...I couldn't stop them from coming. Then the dream of all dreams happened and he came back, but it was a trick. I got pregnant but didn't know it and he was gone very soon after.
Hearing other varieties of peoples stories also helps me and knowing that people in all walks of life are living the very pain that you are.
Again, I'm very sorry for it and hope that soon you will find some comfort in any part of life and keep doing that.
One thing that did help me had to do with my senses when I was in the early part as you are.
One thing I could grasp was scents, in a way, aroma therapy.
Another thing that helped me was hot and cold mixes-like a really, really hot bath or shower mixed with a glass of cold water. The mix of sensations reached into my inner self during the heavy fog and grief and it was like a little light in the sky at night. Then I would do it again and again.
The other thing I did/do when the grief is overwhelming is go to my car. I call it my "mediation chamber." I put the seat all the way flat and turn up the radio til it's vibrating. It has a subwoofer under the chair and that thumping somehow spoke to my innermost thoughts and the sensations of the vibrations brought my mind out of some of the grief into the present. By reclining the chair and opening the sunroof, all I could see was the sky. So earth melted away and the earthly problems brought upon me. It helped panic attacks and that pit in the bottom of my stomach would ebb, so that soon I was bring the chips and soda there and that's how I began eating again.
Best wishes for finding something to harness the grief.