Originally Posted by
ladyscribbler 
My anxiety disappeared when I stopped counting on an active alcoholic for assistance with anything. For me that was always just a recipe for disappointment and resentment. Maybe find someone else to assist you on Thursday.
That's not really possible as my son needs a ride to an obscure tennis club and no one lives on our side of town who will be there. Honestly, my fear is about whether my AH is dead or alive, not really about Thursday. I sometimes let my thoughts go to, 'how do I tell my son that his dad is dead?' and that is where I start floundering in my fear. I don't count on my AH for much of anything anymore as it is. This is just about crazy fear and useless worry and why on earth do I let it get this bad for me??