A little melodramatic perhaps, got people thinking I run swinging parties from my garden shed, nothing so risque I'm afraid. My other life (the time left once my working day is done, my two year old is in bed and I've loaded the dishwasher) currently revolves around MMORPG, namely one MMO. Must I stand in a room with others like me, raise my hand, usher myself to my feet and in the feeble voice of a hardened addict tell the room in no uncertain terms that "My name is Sharon, and I play World of Warcraft."
Mine is not a tale a woe, mild husbandly neglect perhaps but certainly not a life to pitied. My husband has been into MMO's since we met and I entered our marriage with my eyes wide open, knowing I was to be his second wife (at the time I think Earth and Beyond was his first love) and as the old addage goes 'if you can't beat em, join em' so I did.
It may have started with an alt on his account, a weekend gamer who only really got online when he was either a) at work or b) at football but times have changed. I was never one to follow the soaps or to give a monkey's ass who won Big Brother, but I can often be found charging through Alterac Valley on a white tiger (as my mate Los would say) just for 'shits and giggles.'
Is this a monkey I want removed from my back? Is there something wrong with talking to people from all over the world while dancing on the mail box in your pants? The fact that I can write that sentence and know someone, somewhere is smiling to themselves and saying 'Yeah, I do that sometimes too."
It would be interesting, however, to see how many other WoWWags are out there, wives and girlfriends who have got into gaming because frankly there was nothing on the tele and he sounded like he was having way too much fun upstairs alone. In my experience these husbands and boyfriends have unleashed two headed monsters on the gaming community, girls who won't show their helm because it clashes with their hair colour, then can be found at three in the morning leading a forty man (and woman) raid on Ogrimmar.
"What tangled webs we weave." Said the black widow, wiping her lips daintily with a napkin.
