I coped with my marriage ending VERY well, until I moved to Michigan and everything just HIT me all at once. I didn't want to get out of bed. I lay there with my eyes closed, and felt as though I was at the bottom of a deep, deep hole.
I have a good imagination, and after about one day of this, my mind's eye looked up, and I could see a bearded man peering down at me over the rim of the hole. He was dressed like ancient people dressed. And I thought I knew who he was.
I went from feeling like I wanted to die, and as though no one in the world cared about me, back to wanting to live. All because that man cared enough to come and see where I had hidden myself. All because ONE person actually cared...even if I could only see him in my imagination. (Pssst...I thought he was Jesus).
After that, I went on with my life. I tried to get back together with the ex...because I had developed amnesia about our life together, and that was a huge messed up mistake. I went through a time when I thought that only by finding another man to love could I be happy again, and instead I learned that there are lots of worse things than being lonely.
It took a long time, but I have achieved happiness living alone, and, in fact, I am GRATEFUL for the peace I was given thereby.
