A week of worry

I realize more than anyone how much I worry and can honestly say I don't think it was too much this time. We were on the receiving end of feet of rain in a few hours, flooding everything and costing people cars, houses, but (luckily) not their lives. My beloved has seen floods that cost people their lives and I don't want to see him go through that again. I mentioned that for the past week he's essentially been coming home, faceplanting into bed, then running back to work. This is why. Things are getting better but there was quite a bit of damage and not all of it's been fixed. He got worried that he overslept because he slept 5 hours straight. The man is exhausted and all I can do for him is make sure he eats, so I cook. I didn't hear from him for hours and it turns out he lost his phone in the water; I was so worried I stayed up until he stumbled in at 1:00 am, apologizing for making me worry and explaining about the phone. The urge to tell him I don't want him doing things like that is getting stronger by the day, but I also don't want to control him. I just don't know what I would do if anything happens to him; the water was quite deep and he doesn't swim well. I just needed to let this out.