Your Wife Told Me About Your Video Games

Hey Man …

Your wife came up to me before I spoke at a recent convention and told me about your video game addiction.

Your wife.

Told me.

I thought you’d want to know.

If I were you, I’d want to know that my strong, beautiful, brilliant wife was hurting. That she felt alone with the kids. That she felt abandoned.

She said she loves you. She respects you. She knows you love her and the kids. She respects your career performance and knows you have a stressful job.

She says you come home to blow off steam on a video game. Every night. You say you do it to relax.

But you’re deceived. The video games aren’t helping you relax. They are robbing you of sleep. They’re hurting your relationships. They’re harming your physical health. They’re stealing your life—all you could be. They are adding to your stress.

They are intentionally designed to be addictive. You are addicted. Addicted.

If you came home and drank a six-pack or a bottle of wine every night after work, we might have an intervention and compel you go to go CR or AA before you lose your family. If you were doing lines of cocaine, we might do the same.

But since you’re playing video games, probably with several of your friends, and these are socially acceptable addictions, we don’t.

And yet, your wife feels just as abandoned as if you were addicted to alcohol or drugs. Because she is.

I’m not writing to condemn you. I’m writing to tell you. This happened. She talked to me. Several women did. I came to talk about the kids. She needed to talk about you.

If that woman wasn’t actually your wife … could it have been?

I’d want to know.

If this resonates with you, you’re not alone. I’ve overcome things, and would love to help. Contact me. Let’s talk.

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