I am going to tell you something. I also went through a similar thing, except it was my husband leaving me for some random bar skank. I too wanted to die, I just wanted the fucking pain to end.

But you know what? I felt every bit of pain, I was probably wailing, and I mean, banshee wailing for a good 1/2 a year. I was miserable, I stopped eating, drank way too much. But, somewhere inside me was a small spark of light that eventually sputtered into a flame, and one day, it was a roaring fire, in which the Phoenix of my new self flew out. The pain cleansed me of my past.

It's been about 4 years and I will tell you, I DO NOT MISS THE FUCKER in any way, shape or form. In fact. I feel blessed that his cheating ass is out of my life permanently. I have probably never felt happier and more content with my life as I do currently. (And no, I didn't glom onto another person in order to feel that way, single and ready to mingle as they say!)

Let yourself go through the pain, feel it, but know, there is a little spark currently somewhere deep inside you that will eventually turn into your own personal Phoenix rising. Never give up your life and future over a loser.