Last night my dh went out with his work - said he wouldn't be late...I wouldn't have minded him being late but he was adamant he wasn't going to be. Had a text from him at 4.30pm and then didn't hear anything but I went to bed fairly early so just assumed he'd be back at some point, no problem. I woke up at 1.30am and realised he wasn't home. Checked my phone, no messages, nothing. I tried calling him...it rang and rang, then voicemail. I left a desperate message asking him to call. I didn't know any names of people he'd been out with so didn't know what to do next. I had two small children asleep in the house. I called my brother who lives nearby and he agreed to go out and check the place where dh parks his car to get the train to see if it was still there. Meanwhile I called and called and called his mobile. Still no answer. Then I called A&E at our nearest hospital as I was beside myself by then. I then get a text message which said 'g.j.o'...at which point all sorts were going through my head - someone has beaten him up and has his phone and thinks it's funny to text this etc etc. Eventually at 2.15am, he called me to let me know he'd passed out on the train and just been woken up by a cleaner! I was livid. I spoke to the guy on the phone because dh wasn't making any sense and he kindly offered to drive dh home...way above and beyond his job, bless him. Dh was too ill to go to work today. I am livid with him for putting me through the worst hour and night of my life and I can't bear to speak or look at him at the moment. I know I am probably being unreasonable and blokes are stupid sometimes, but honestly, I thought he was dead.