by mishi8055 on Wed Apr 28, 2010 10:30 pm
My name is Michelle, though for years to friends and family i have been called mishi. I found this group while doing research on gaming addiction and support. My husband of over 8 years is so heavily into WOW that i had to give him an ultimatum this past feb that if things did not change by the end of the year that i want a divorce. To say that i am terribly confused would be a vast understatement. He always tells me that he loves me, makes it a point to kiss me goodbye in the morning before he leaves for work, and to kiss me goodnight before he goes to bed. But that is the extent of the affection that i get from him. If i ask him to do something around the house, i am always told that he will do it later, and later never comes. it always ends with me losing my temper and doing it myself after about a week, and then him getting mad at me saying i just did it so i could say he didnt. I have started us in marriage couseling, after the first session the therapist even said she wasnt sure she could help. She gave us both a list of things to work on two weeks ago before we go back this friday, and guess what, he's done nothing, big shock right. I have days that i just want to throw him out and be done with it, and then i waffle and think that i can make him see the light and save what we have. We were friends through high school, and got married 3 years after graduation, so i have known him for half of my life. I really cant say for sure what happened. He always loved to play games, we both do, but when WOW came out it just kinda took him over. How can he truly love me, if my wants and needs are so far at the bottom of his list of priorities that short of pulling a weapon on him i cant even get him to do something simple for me? I have never been one to nag, i will tell you once, give you two reminders, and then say fluff it and do it myself. I know i am partly to blame because i simply cannot abide living in a pig sty and just leaving things around until he finally decides to pick them up, or let dishes sit in the sink until the bugs take over, and by being this way have taught him that if he holds out long enough i will do it anyway. Add to the mess the fact that i have developed an autoimmune disorder, and my body has decided to fall apart on me. i have days its a struggle to get out of the bed and go to work, much less come home and clean up what ever disaster he has created today. And yet when i break down and cry in front of him, its my hormones, or i must be in physical pain, because he has done "nothing" to cause me to hurt like this. It took my laying in bed one morning, praying for death to realize that i really would rather die than continue living the life i have now. That was when i gave him the ultimatum. I am now mourning the fact that all our years together seem to mean nothing, and that for all his pretty words of love, he has in fact chosen a game over me, and just does not have the nerve to say it, instead pretending to keep the status quo. I thank you for giving me a place to get this off my chest, it really is wonderful to find a place where i know there are others who will understand and not pepper me with stupid questions of "how can he play so much!!"