past the point of caring

Last year was brutal for me. In a mere matter of months I found out my wife was having an afair. At first she said it was wrong, that she loved me, and that we would work things out. But she wouldn’t/couldn’t stop seeing him, and now wants a divorce and has left me and our kids to be with this guy. My kids hate me because they are angry and mom isn’t here to take it out on, so I get all the venom. They have said they hate me and wish I was dead. About the same time all this began to unfold, I lost my job. Thus began the domino effect of my lifes destruction. I lost everything. Had to move in with my parents, who couldn’t let their grand kids be homeless, but don’t really want me (& I don’t blame them really, at my age I have no business having to be carried by them). I have wanted to end it for months, but some how have hoped something would turn around.
Then yesterday… I have had an incredibly lucrative job offer come completely out of nowhere (I wasn’t seeking it), that in many ways could turn things around. Financially, in 2 years I will be making more than I ever have before. In 10 years I would most likely be pulling in 6 figures. Sounds great, right? The problem is, at this point I am so low, hurting so bad, and feel so un wanted and un loved by everyone that means anything to me, that money, and prosperity mean nothing. I know this is a God thing. Some believe in fate, some luck, some chance. (Please, no debates on the existence or nature of God. Just believe what you want and let me believe what I will). I believe in divine providence. I believe this is God reaching out to me. I should be grateful. I should have hope. But I can’t even get excited about this great opportunity. I still just want to give up. I still want to die. I don’t want to carry on anymore. What is wrong with me? I have passed the point of caring. God help me.