Un-fucking believable.
So as I'm getting ready to go to bed tonight, my husband decides to drop the ole "So Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday nights I'm going to be running Karazhan instances." For those of you who don't know, this is a World of Warcraft thing, and it takes at least four hours and usually more than that. Well that's all fine and good if he wasn't playing WoW every other night as well as those three. No asking me, no wondering if that'd be cool. The fucking asshole basically wants nothing to do with me, or anything else at this point. And I'm so tired of dealing with this shit that I'm about ready to give it to him. I guess maybe he thinks it's a fuck of a lot more important to be "guild leader" than a husband. And he can kiss my ass about kids too, because no fucking way am I having kids with anyone who spends 50+ a week on a fucking video game.