It sounds so stupid, but I do. I hate that it feels like I take a backseat to this stupid fucking game even after 19 years of marriage. He was OBSESSED with it shortly after we got married, and it wasn't until he lost his job(not because of the game) that I finally grew enough of a spine to tell him it was either me or the dumb fucking game. He begrudgingly(I think, it felt that way anyway) chose me, and backed off of constantly playing it. A few years ago a work friend of ours asked him if he wanted to go to this bi-monthly poker thing he had set up. There's no real money involved and my husband asked me if I was okay with it, I said yes ONLY as long as it didn't become like it had been before, where thats all he wanted to do and I got left in the dust. He was mostly okay about it. He asked if I wanted to go and I said no because I genuinely hate the fucking game and sitting around watching him play it is the only thing I straight up refuse to do. For context he plays warhammer too and I will go and watch him play that, plus we both play TCG's together too so its not like I refuse to engage in any of his hobbies, just this one.
He got promoted recently and his schedule is finally lining up so he can play again. The only problem is the Saturdays its held are the only day we get off together, twice a month. I again, didn't mind too much because he does work hard and I feel like a jerk for saying no. So for the past two months the only time I get to maybe see him is in the mornings those days if he doesn't have a match planned which most of the time he does.
I said something 2 weeks ago and again I got "Well you can always come with me." And he laughed after because he already knows the answer. I let it go, because, well I'm a pushover.
This upcoming week is our wedding anniversary. I asked if we could go out for a date and celebrate, just us and again, today was the only day we'd have off together We haven't had a date, date in a while so I figured he'd say yes.
"I have poker. We can go someplace in the morning just as long as we're back in time for me to go." I explained why I didnt want to go in the morning, that I wanted to go on an actual date. I don't ask very often, and its our anniversary. "You can come with me to play poker then."
So here I sit, at home, alone, because that fuckass game is more important than I am. I'm pretty sure I'm done, and he has no one to blame but himself because I've explained it and asked MULTIPLE times to be his priority and it still hasn't gotten through his skull.