My thoughts have been obsessive ever since it happened.

Ironically on his birthday, my husband was forced out of his job after twelve years of working there. It was partially, not totally, his fault. He acknowledges his part in it, but from everything I can see, it was a gross overreaction by management. He deserved a write-up. He did not deserve to be forced to resign.

I am unable to work. His income has until now been too much for me to qualify for SSI benefits, and probably still would be at this point since if I'm correct they look at your income for the past several months to make their determination. So, all financial management in the household is his doing. Thank God he's good at it. He had money saved up and says he could actually stay unemployed for up to two years, and we'd be all right. Not that he's planning to do that. He's already looking, and he's had one major interview that he is waiting for word on. He is 99% sure he will get that job.

But that 1% is eating me up.

He's in his mid-fifties. Employers are not supposed to discriminate based on age, but of course they do. They just don't admit it. They'll say it's something else, when really it's age. What if, when this prospective new employer does call him back, they're not interested in him after all? What if nobody else hires him, because they all want younger workers? What if he doesn't learn his lesson, since he can be boneheaded sometimes, and makes the same mistake again at his new job?

Aaah, my stomach.

I can *act* properly. I can practice self-care, go out and do things, use DBT "please" skills, etc. I'm trying to hold myself together because he doesn't need me falling apart right now. I can say and do the right things. But I can't seem to control the thoughts. How do I do that?