The Junkie
The Junkie
She couldn’t really remember again what attracted me to him
It was all a lie from the beginning
He pretended to be what he was not in order to marry her
He deceived her
She fell for his deceit
She had always prayed for a perfect or at least close to perfect husband
She didn’t want to groom anybody’s son for a role he ought to be prepared for by his parents
She was a student of one of the most prominent relationship teachers in the church of Christ
She had learnt from her teen years the principles of a home and marriage
She knew She was ready
She had saved enough money as a single lady to buy all her kitchenware by herself
She bought her own wedding gown even before she met her husband
She was financially ready
She was materially ready
She was spiritually ready
She was emotionally ready
She was very, very ready
His parents moved to the South-west because of the incessant crisis in the north at the time
He was a Christian
He was devoted
When he joined our church
She was the Sunday school teacher that thought him at the foundation level
Even though he was not a new convert
Our church doctrine stated clearly that new members must do a refresher course
He responded well
The day he told her his intentions, he did so with class and dignity
He approached her after service and asked her if he could take her out on a date
She smiled
He said he hasn’t seen her anywhere outside of church and he really would like to
She searched his face
He was dead serious
She realized he was talking relationship
She went out with him
He took me to a concert at the national theatre
It was elegant and classy
She enjoyed myself totally
As we left the show, he told me he had been praying and he would like me to pray also
He would like to marry her
She told him she would pray
she did!
She spoke with her mentors
They prayed and observed him
They said he was a good prospect
They got married a year later
He worked in the IT department of a bank
She worked at the Public relations department of a media house
He was prayerful, diligent and responsible
But he was always playing video games
It was the only pastime he had and he played on line with other people all over the world
It was a costly habit!
At first, she tried to be interested in the past time and enjoy it with him
But it was too technical for her
He spent three to four hours every day playing these games
He would leave the house in the morning everyday
Return home around 9pm
Eat his dinner and sleep till 1 am
He would play the game till 4am or 5am in the morning
Prepare for work and the cycle would repeat itself again and again
He bought data of as much as 100 thousand every month in order to play the game
Sometimes they would be searching for treasures in the game, at other times they would be chasing ghosts or fighting a war
Whatever it was that they were doing
She hated it
It took him away from her
Whenever he was playing, she wouldn’t even dare speak to him
He would snap at her irritably
He wouldn’t eat
He wouldn’t drink
He wouldn’t communicate with her
She was married but all alone
During the weekend they spend some time together
He would take her out, they would play with her and make love to her
But the love making and niceness would last until it was time for him to play
It got so bad that they only have sex on Saturdays and Sundays during the day
Especially whenever he was in a gaming tournament with his viral friends
Why didn’t he tell her he was a game addict?
Why did he pretend he was a normal person?
Why did he act as if she mattered?
She became frustrated
She became irritable
She snapped at him, yelled at him
He would often retreat to his game
His heart sincerely belonged to another
If it was a human being, she would have found it to be worth fighting for
But contending for affection with a game?
WOW!
One afternoon she walked into his games room with a pestle
She smashed the game console to pieces
When he returned home from work and saw it
He cried like a baby
He got into his car and drove away in the middle of the night
She didn’t know what to think
He disappeared for weeks
One day several weeks later she got a text message
It contained information about how to purchase another console and how much it costs
She laughed
She waited and waited
He refused to return home
She spoke with her friends
Everybody blamed her
Her parents got very angry with her
“Your husband could have picked other vices that could tear your home apart, he picked the one that kept him at home! You better make it right”
She caved and bought the new console
She bought the very latest with all the pads, lasers and earphones
It cost her a small fortune
She took the picture of the whole thing after it had been set up and sent it to him
He returned home the next night
He didn’t even bother to ask her how she had been faring in his absence
He went to the games room, caressed his game console, tested it and promptly went back online to play
She had to accept him for who he was
But it made her very unhappy
Here she was dreaming of a perfect man to marry
Dreaming of a perfect marriage and a perfect future
She got herself a game junkie!
He tried after the whole episode to pay her some mind
But it was always half hearted
It was as if the game thing was knitted to his soul
He was more excited playing the game than being with her
He was more alive playing the game than being with her
She felt like a piece of furniture
A plaything in his house
She tried to occupy herself as best as she could
But her desire was for his love
Why couldn’t he love her even half as much as he loved his game?
She cried herself to sleep several nights
He doesn’t even notice it
He was always asking her what else she wanted that he had not provided
As if money is everything!
One year after they got married, she got pregnant
Everybody told her things will get better
She would become more engaged and busy
It was a lie
Her heart was still heavy
The night she delivered her bay was the only night her husband played his game for only two hours
The baby came and to her consternation
It didn’t change him
He still played his game steadily
While she wept on in silence
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