Sorry to hear about your bad day. It really is like riding the waves, isn't it?
One day I am fine, hoping and believing there might be a chance to reconcile.
Next day I am fine, still full of hope and believing I will move on happily, regardless of outcome...accepting that even after D, a joyful life is possible still.
Then, boom! A bad day of grief, missing the M, and thinking D will be the end of the world.
Nothing to do, is there, other than riding the waves with grace and dignity and a stronger sense of self?
