After the accident in 2017 where Jeremy hit a baby hog (wild) tore up the front end of our KIA, I was a gnarly mess of anxiety like nobody's business. Every time we would leave Rockport, my feet were in my floorboard slamming brakes I didn't have. (BTW, the KIA was just barely over 1 year old at this point.) 

In August 2018, 1 week before my 40th birthday, he fell asleep behind the wheel, of the KIA went off HWY69 @ Victoria, Texas exit, and the subcompact car hit a dip in the road. The car went airborne, and it hit 2 trees and landed in a 3rd, which were all in a ravine.

I walked around, after this accident, every waking moment of my existence, feeling like I was waiting for catastrophe to strike. I used to ask, "Why do I feel like I'm waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop?"

Boy oh boy...

it felt like my husband was marked for death.