I worry that my friends who are coupled off, happily married, etc. will no longer want to hang out with me.
I worry that he will start drinking all the time again, and I will know that it’s my fault.
I worry that he will never be truly happy again, and will spend the rest of his life angry and bitter and sad (trust me, I know that this is totally self-centered, but I’m just listing my concerns here).
I worry that I will still run into him at social gatherings and I will, for the rest of my life, feel guilty that he’s in such rough shape because I’m not there to take care of him anymore.
I worry that he’ll drink himself to death, either by a long life of drinking or by driving himself off a cliff somewhere.
I worry that he’ll actually get his act together and become the wonderful person I know he can be and then I’ll feel horrible because he couldn’t do it while he was with me and had to wait until I was gone.
I worry that the little one will grow up thinking it was his fault, instead of understanding that what he did was open my eyes to the possibility of a better life.
I worry that I’ll end up repeating the same patterns over again in any other relationship I have.
I worry that I’ll never find anyone better for me.
I worry that I’ll end up alone.
I worry that I’ll never be happy again.