Sounds like she is just as lost as you, man.
That doesn't mean that it will work, that doesn't mean it is over. It just means that she is struggling as well.
Even if y'all don't work things out, never forget that this was just as hard on her as it is on you. There is no reason to ever hate someone you once loved. It is easy to take the simple road and turn sour, though. You see it all too often.
I hope that whatever comes of all this, you find a way to grow closer to the man you want to be. I have been in that self loathing low. I have pushed myself past the person I wanted to be, and into something I despised when I looked in the mirror.
The past is unchangeable. Sometimes things come to a head and resolve themselves, and sometimes things are broken beyond repair. Just remember to constantly pursue a better you. It is an almost impossible task to just find who you want to be. Instead, find who you know you don't want to be. Constantly improve each small imperfection you find in yourself. Remove the things in your life that emulate things you don't want to be. Do this enough, and you find (almost accidentally) your true self.
I posted the following on social media about 5 years ago, about a year before my wife and I got together. This wasn't easy to write, it wasn't the end of my growth, it wasn't even the end of the pain. But, it was the beginning of my true improvements. It was the moment I stopped allowing my pain to hold back my growth... my improvement. The many hours it took me, sobbing, to come up with this final exclamation to the world, to myself, that I WAS becoming a better me... was my turning point.
In all that is going on, find your turning point.
"I am a work in progress, a project yet completed. I am not yet who I want to be. For the past few months I have allowed myself to stop working on becoming the man I know I will become, the man I must become. I have coasted, regressed, wallowed in self pity and let my failures define who I thought I had become or could become. I forgot that a stone is not naturally beautiful. It must first be cut, ground, and polished. My failures, shortcomings, heartache, and mistakes are not there to define me. They are there to help me shed those parts of me that don't fit into the final cut I wish to display. I forgot that instead feeling angry or bitter about these painful experiences in my life, I should rejoice each time they occur. Because, with each one I am one step closer to being the perfectly cut, beautiful, vibrant stone that is deserving of a left hand."
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