Let me explain. No one died. Well... not unless you count his deaths in his video games. World of Warcraft... better known simply as WOW is the bane of my existence. My boyfriend won't stop playing it. He's on for over ten hours a day with his headset on, talking to people he's never met in person. He won't even answer simple questions or act like he hears me unless I yell at him. He hasn't left the house in five days now. He goes to bed with me... and then gets up 20 minutes later to get back to his game.
He begged me to play it with him. So I got an account and began to level up my character. Has he played with me once? No. We're in the same room as each other for hours a day, ignoring each other.
On Valentine's day, we got home from dinner, and he ran back out to get a video game. Lost Odyssey. Gay. Then he ignored me for the rest of the evening to play it while I played clothes-optional Monopoly with a couple of my stripper friends.
I feel like a widow. I've lost my boyfriend to a 19 inch screen full of explosions, health bars, and fantastic creatures named "LudwigVonPoopen" and "Merookair" and "Raven". God help me.
Anyone else in the same boat?




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