When we first started dating, I thought it was cute that he played video games. He would sit on the worn couch for hours, tongue stuck halfway out in concentration as he lined the head of an enemy up in the crosshairs of his sniper’s rifle.
I was always the good girlfriend, cheering him along as he jabbed the controls like an excited child.
Eventually, realising he paid more attention to the characters in his virtual world than to me, I gave him an ultimatum.
He didn’t even pause his game to say goodbye.
Shooting your enemies is surprisingly satisfying…
Written by Alanah Andrews