From Brilliant to Shit. 

I’ve had a brilliant day. I’ve taken the boy bear out to a friend’s house, had my favourite meal cooked for me – paella, followed by cheesecake, yum, and had a good old natter. 

I got home, fed the bear, had some fun with my partner, laughing, joking, flirting in the kitchen. 

Fun. Happy. Relaxed. Calm. 

Bear goes to bed, bear is learning to cry it out. Bear is just standing, silently, glancing at the camera, which, with night vision makes him look like something from a horror film. Partner and I watch this, we laugh, we enjoy. 

Context is set – we’ve been having fun all evening, laughing, joking teasing. 

So this is where it turns, and why I hear you ask? Because he turns on his game. 

I go in to tell him something and I clock he’s taken one of my Coke Zeros. I DO NOT BEGRUDGE HIM A COKE ZERO. However  it has been standard for me to mock rage and threaten death, so I lean to get it, take it and mock rage ensues… but my leaning over causes him to die on his game so fuck me… it’s like he literally died in real life. 
I put the can down and he kicks it off the couch saying I can have it, I explain the joke, he doesn’t want to get it. 

So I lose it.

I smack the wall with my hand. 

The baby begins to cry. 

Fuck you life partner. 

Why does this game change your whole personality? How am I supposed to know when to stop joking? Stop having fun with my best friend? 

Fuck you. You’re a dick when that game is on. Fuck you and now I’ll daydream that that fucking game console somehow trips and falls right out of the god damn window. 

Now my hand hurts, my heart hurts and we’re not speaking. From brilliant to shit in 2 seconds flat. I should write a fucking book. 

Angry mum out. 

Gaming… WTFFF

What the fucking, fuck, fuck is my new phrase and I feel the fucks right down in my angry soul!!!

PS4, X Box One, Wii, PSP… I’m not picky I hate them all. All of them can go die for all I care. 

One game in particular though – The Last Of Us… you fucking fuck fuck!! Why put the stupid, idiotic, world consuming internet game, fireflies vs fucking whatever into this game… so instead of the 2 days it takes to complete the story arc I have now lost my partner forever to this piece of shit game with his virtual friends who are just as fucking obsessed. Between the hours of 8pm till dawn I may as well be a single parent who lives alone, eats alone, watches TV alone and does everything a-fucking-lone!!! 

Once he enters that virtual world of death he might as well be fucking dead. He can’t contribute anything to our life together, nothing will get done, he finally ‘trusts’ me to do things, bearing in mind he spent a whole day balling me out as I said the next door neighbour’s builder could use our roof to gain access to his, breaking tiles in the process, and that’s my goddamn fault, I’m naive and incapable and he’ll handle everything. However, in the evening I could decide who lives and who dies and as long as it doesn’t interfere with his precious game, he ‘trusts’ me…. what a cock. 

To all online gamers, and I’m sorry about this but seriously how important are these virtual people you play with and the avitars you control? Are they going to help raise your child, that you had together, cook for you, clean for you, suck your dick for you? Hello! And I say this for all the lost and forgotten partners out there… pay attention to us, appreciate us or we’ll be gone and a virtual blowjob ain’t a smidge on the real thing.