Sunday, March 15, 2009
It's a fantasy, a de-stresser, it's his favorite thing to do on a Friday night (and every other night, too)! No, it's not sex, it's Star Wars, the video game, and like a real affair, it's highly addictive. He figures out ways to manipulate his character, he spends hours dissecting what strategy he should apply next to get to know him better and when he’s there, he barely pays attention to me. We used to go out and grab dinner on a Friday or Saturday night. Now? He's got a date ... with Star wars.
It gets worse: When I threw out my back, my husband reminded me I had to be on "bed rest", meaning in the bedroom, not on the couch: "you should lay down and rest in the bed," he said earnestly. "Oh okay, if I lay on the couch for two days, it's really the same as being in the bed." "No," he said, "you have to be in bed." Then I figured it out ... he wanted the living room so he could sneak in a little video game time. Those few days you would have thought a war zone had hit the house- it was a MESS!
The other day, I reached the end of my rope. I came home I think the dr appt, he was in deep concentration mode -- I mean, you would have thought he was playing in the US Open Star wars championship or something. "Hi, honey!" I said, and walked over to give him a kiss. "Ugh….I thought the neighbor was going to wake Jack up." That was it. What, was he worried the “kid” was going to bug him? I thought of some things I could do, like cut the cord, put a virus on the computer, break the keys on the computer, but then he would just run to the store and buy another one. I'm hoping, like most affairs, this one will eventually fizzle. But that better hurry, because I'm starting to find some hobbies of my own. While they'll never replace him, I might just give him a taste of his own medicine and be gone playing with my new hobby ......
Posted by ErrerNavyWife at 10:23 PM