You need to get a PT job. For all the energy you waste worrying about crap you won't do anything to remedy, you might as well get a paycheck for it.
You will not make any headway until you dig a little deeper into EMILY.
In the meantime, don't "worry" about your husband. He's a big boy and doesn't need another mother. Also please recognize that what you define as being "worried" is really only your discomfort with the fact that you can't control who he is with or where he goes.
So do me that one favor and let's at least call a spade a spade.
