More addictive than Monday night football,
on par with the World Cup, comes the
slurry of games which often supercede
the marriage.

In some cases, this is just an activity,
there is really nothing going on.

For example;

Many years ago, I was invited to play in a Tournment.
It was a big deal for me.
Two friends of mine put me on their team.
They depended on me.

Because it was important, and people depended on me,
(like work) I used to leave my house, and use another
computer, so that the Ball & Chain would not interrupt
me to ask where the toothpaste was, or other such vital
Earth stopping questions.

If he had seen some of the posts made between me
and my team mates, he might have called the men
with the nets, the police, or a divorce lawyer.

"I LOVE YOU!"

Was often posted when I'd save one of my team mates
from death, or I had been saved, or I had done some
clever strategy which later proved to be a 'life saver'
for my team mates.

Many times obscene language was used, and threats
were made about what we would do to xyz, many
times we'd plot...

"Sexy, you go to Rum Bar, I'll be at Brothel, and we'll
meet at Hotel at 13:00."

"Lover, I'm catching eyes at Movie, will go to
Back yard, meet at Car seat, instead."

"Copy Sexy, stay sweet."

All of this was code so that anyone who hacked in
wouldn't know what Sectors we were discussing...
and our tactics.

Now could anyone imagine if my husband saw the
interchange?

Would he know that Rum Bar/Brothel/Movie/Backyard
and Carseat were secret names for Sectors 234, 69,
2001, 4321, 11, that 13:00 meant in three minutes,
and that Stay Sweet meant move Single Step?

Of course not.

So before you go nuts, get on, find the game, and see
what is really happening.

It might be perfectly innocent.