I am constantly scared that my husband will die. If he’s at the grocery store too long... or sleeping in late... I just pace around the house worrying that “it’s happened.”

I can’t turn this thought pattern off, and it’s driving me crazy. My husband is 42, is not sick, and doesn’t have a high risk job. 

When I was 19, my best friend was killed in a car accident. Maybe this has something to do with it?

Does anyone else have experience with this?