Kyle is going salmon fishing today. It is 4 am, and he just walked out the door.
I am excited for him, and I think he’s going to have a ton of fun. But I can’t stop having doomsday thoughts.
I’m very tired, but there is no way I can go back to sleep with these thoughts floating around in my head. Imagining life without your husband isn’t exactly relaxing.
Stupid brain. Just stop it. He’s going to be fine. Cold, maybe. But fine.