I dated someone who spent 6 months of all of his time gaming. I nearly drug his computer out into the yard and wanted to go all Office Space on it, then sprinkle some lighter fluid and strike a match. He couldn’t be bothered to take out the trash, do dishes, laundry, keep a job. Once, he left Halloween pumpkins to rot on the porch for nearly a month after even though I asked him to please toss them each day I left for work. Lazy ass dared to be shocked that I left him. Because I am not his mommy. And a man who games all the time, leaving me to be the responsible party carrying the emotional load all the time, is NOT sexy or fun.

Every so often he would throwback, “I don’t get why you are always in a bad mood when you get home.” Gee, maybe because you did nothing all day and I just walked into a meal that needs to be made, dishes and laundry that hasn’t been touched, and two disgusting pumpkins still deteriorating on our front porch….But somehow I’m being an unreasonable nag.

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