My worry about my younger son is severe enough that I feel full of dread when he rings, even though I love him so much. Almost everything he says sets off a spiral of worries. Will he wear his bike helmet? Is he sad that he isn't in a relationship? Is his job going ok? Etc.
And then I have meta-worry -- worry about my worries: Will I annoy him, frustrate him, upset him if I anxiously ask him about so-and-so? Does he feel less close to me becaause i am so foolish in this way?
I can't think of him without a spasm of worry, so in a horribly perverse way I'd often rather not think of him at all - hence the dread when he calls .
And this is all crazy because his life is going well, and he is the most wondersful, kind, solid young man with lots of kind solid friends. And he is kind and solid towards me, too.
All this is partly because my older son had such a terrible time. Severe mental illness, which eventually led to his death two years ago, aged 24. Everything is infused with horror now and I don't think that will change.