Continuation

It's been a while. Well, Bill quit his game. For three months. And they were the best three months of our marriage. Well, the best three months in a long time, I guess. Then he started playing again.

Tonight he got mad at me. Because I was using the internet on the "other" computer (the lesser computer, if you will-if he's home, he uses the newer computer), and it was slowing down his game. Stupid game.

And I've been sick. Heaven forbid that he should step up and take care of the kids, or help take care of me. Oh, no. I get to do all of my usual crap while feeling like crap. What a jerk. He even has this week of work off. I can bet a billion dollars what he'll be doing the whole time. Not spending it with me. He'll be spending it with his first love-his game.

Why, why, why?