I've name changed for this as I feel such a fool.
Please help me get a sense of perspective.
DH rarely, if ever, goes out. Tonight he has gone out for the night with some mates to wet our new DD2's head and celebrate her arrival. She's now 10 weeks old, so it's not like he's done it at the first opportunity. He's a brilliant DH, very hands on, and generally wonderful. I trust him implicitly, he's sensible and unlikely to deliberately get himself into trouble. He is likely to get utterly hammered tonight though, as his friends are big drinkers who will egg (normally sober) DH on and get him drunk.
DH & I have had a very rough few years emotionally. We lost DD1 in 2012, then had a series of family bereavements, with last year being spectacularly bad culminating in loosing my grandmother (who I was very close to) just before Christmas. DH has been phenomenally supportive and basically just picked up the pieces when I've lost it.
To know me in RL, you'd think I was the most sorted and in control person you'd ever met. Nothing appears to phase me, and to the outside world, you'd think I was the strongest person you'd ever come across - dealing with anything and everything.
But that's not the case. Tonight was horrendous. I dropped DH off in town to meet his friends. I was completely calm, we parted on normal terms, with the usual "I love you" and a kiss. But as I drove away, I had a complete panic attack. So badly, I had to pull over and stop the car. I'm currently sat here getting worked up over every conceivable "worst case" senario because he's not here with me, imagining him dead in the river because he's fallen in because he's drunk, he's got into a fight and ended up dead in the road, been hit by a car, you name it, I've probably imagined it. I can't stop crying and feel sick with fear something will happen to him. I've thrown up twice.
He's gone out on the lash with the boys FFS. It's normal, he's sensible. nothing is going to happen. But I can't switch my brain off. Please someone help me get a grip.