I seriously think there should be a support group for the girlfriend’s of WoW players. Am I right?

November 23, 2004 marked the beginning of the end for many girlfriends (and boyfriends) out there. The end of a social life, the end to a size 28 waist, and the end of a sex life!

My boyfriend and I had only been dating for almost 5 months and he had continuously been telling me about this game called World of Warcraft. You know, being a guy and everything, I thought this was just a typical video game where he would play for a month, beat it, and be done with it. But oh no, was I so fucking wrong.

Here was the boyfriend’s daily routine: wake up, login, check his auction, level up, eat a snack, go to work, get home, log back in, play, and repeat. Before I knew it, my once nicely tanned and tennis sculpted boyfriend, sadly enough leveled up into a chunky, socially challenged blob.

But being the wonderful and supportive girlfriend that I was, I decided to dip my toe into WoW. When I asked him if I could play, he looked at me with glazed over eyes. Either he was merely shocked, or intensely aroused, I didn’t know. Nonetheless, he showed me how to play. It’s not like I didn’t play video games.

I had played a handful, like, Super Mario Brothers, Sonic, Parappa the Rapper, Tomb Raider, Crash Bandicoot, Mario Kart, and oh yes, Tekken.

So I tried it, and can you believe it, I actually made it up to level 43 with my female Night Elf Druid. It was fun to play, it wasted time, but I never got to the point of fandom like my boyfriend did.

At first I thought my boyfriend really liked the game, but after 8 months of playing I could tell it was becoming obsessive.

During this time, the boyfriend rarely talked to me, and when he did it was WoW related. I felt like, if I was logged into my character, the motherfucker would actually talked to me and even when he promised to slow down on the playing, he wouldn’t.….and it wasn’t just towards me. He literally stopped talking to everyone around him and he would actually leave dates or parties early just so he could get home in time for a raid…a FUCKING RAID! Pathetic, right? Hold on a second though, it gets worse.

His 23rd birthday was the breaking point because he was actually more eager to hang out with his guild mates on Vent, then hang out with his real world friends, family, and girlfriend on his birthday.

This was the point where I wanted to break up with him, because his Warcraft ways were just too much for me to handle. I was fed up. I was angry and most of all I was hurt because I felt like I was literally wasting my time. How could I want to be with someone, when they did not even want to be with me? I was trying so hard to make this relationship work, but hey, I was only capable to do so much. So that was it, I wanted fucking out, man.

Not only did I want to break up wit this obsessive son of a bitch, I wanted to beat his ass! I didnt give a fuck if I was going to leave him on his birthday. I was going to get my damn point across, no matter what, and lets just say, the day ended up in a verbal fight, that included enough curse words to make my grandparents roll in their grave, punching, yelling, and a shitload of tears.

LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!