You're post made me think...I do this all of the time. I've done this for YEARS. I'll have days where I'm okay, but others...I start thinking about what would happen if my husband died and I found him. It just spirals from there. During the last year of my first marriage, I would lie in bed thinking about what could be on the floor that my daughter might trip on. I would get out of bed and wander about the house picking up whatever was on the floor. That would lead to me cleaning out the fridge because I didn't want her to eat spoiled food and get sick.

Wow.