Adult child is out of work, I'm sick with worry they won't find anything. Can't enjoy anything not going away not music, reading, nothing I usually love. Not sleeping with it.
It feels horrifically selfish to make it about me but how do I stop this sickening feeling poisoning everything
DH whilst concerned isn't letting it get to him like this.
Or should I just accept, shoulder the weight and acceptance I won't be happy until they get something. Feeling like it could be forever sometimes.
Obviously NOT letting a hint of this into convos with DC.