I'm sorry for all that you're feeling.
One thing that's been hard for me is to not act or make decisions when I feel the turmoil. I'm a few months out from actual DDay, though a year alone, and have felt what you do.
My first days were such a blur that I couldn't tell the time, did not know what day it was and when the phone rang, it was in the distance, like at the neighbors house, but it was here.
It's my idea that as the betrayed people, we go through a very foggy period, while the shock consumes us.
The questions, so many questions, he finally got so mad he would stomp into another room. He ran out of patience and I simply couldn't help it. It came in rushes of thought that I couldn't control. It was all I could think of, it consumed me.
For me, the questions were part of the shock and that's why they wouldn't go away. Because I couldn't believe the answers, how could it possibly be true? Always it was in some distance place, or on tv...not in our house.
And yet, what I know now is so strange, that it wasn't even really about me. For I am still here, though I don't know how long I will be, and the A is still going on, but my life is too.
Truly I understand the feelings of inadequacy and longing for a love of my own, but it's more like I would like a companion who I don't have to get attached to or make a "commitment" to.
I am nearing four months past DDay and have more periods of being okay than the grief, though the grief still comes. When this began for me in the winter, no one could give a time frame of when the pain would ebb, it just flowed, so much.
I cried in the stores, rivers of tears. I cried while I drove, people stared at me. I cried in church while I played the organ in front of a whole congregation...but they knew what was happening in my life, many of them.
I opted out of the pills as I had had them after parent's D and found them worse with side affects.
Some of my story is written here to share to try to give explanation for when some of the pain and grief ebbs. It still haunts me, kind of like a ghost, as does his face in my mind. But when I can get hold of the thoughts and move them aside, I am better.
The first trick that worked for me was reminding myself of why I feel this pain in the first place and then, remembering that he is off doing who knows what, while I and my daughter suffer.
That brought/brings anger, which I find a better companion than the pain.
I will hope that as you gaze up at the sky, the first rays of sun will greet you and feel warm on your face...a reminder that there was life before the A.