Yes, I feel so untethered to my life without the familiar rhythms of work and school, but I am starting to feel the glimpses of recovery like little buds in spring.  I'm not crying with the repetitive story in my head now.  I feel more grateful to be free of the mental torture of wondering what/if he would stay faithful and just the silence and general hostility that often came up.  I am free of him.  And my life is turning back to me, to being about what I want and can do.  It is still a struggle to embrace the freedom I didn't want from my lovely home and surrounded by old familiar friends.  Now everything is new.  I bought a dress that wasn't "me" and thought, I can rock that....who am I now?  A woman who can do whatever she pleases really (within reason and budget of course!)  
Each day is a gift.  And normal is not an option now.   I still find it all so ironic.  All I wanted was a calm, predictable suburban life.... geez. so. not. this....
Finding the gift in that is my challenge everyday.  Life is out of my comfort zone nearly always these days it seems, so I must be growing if all those trite sayings are true....