OMG y’all, I don’t even know why I’m posting this. Probably because this is basically the only place I feel like anyone listens to me.
My husband went through my Reddit account and found out that most of what I do is sit here and comment about Courtney. Like yes, congratulations, detective. You cracked the case. I’m a tired, bored, overweight woman in the same pajamas I wore yesterday, sitting on the couch with snacks and a phone, trying to feel something other than invisible.
He said I’m “obsessed” and “wasting my life” and that I should focus on myself instead of some woman on the internet. And the worst part is, maybe he’s not even wrong. But also… what else am I supposed to do? Wake up tomorrow magically interesting? Become someone with hobbies and discipline and a personality that isn’t just resentment with Wi-Fi?
Then he said Courtney was hot and funny, which somehow made me feel even smaller. Like even in my own house, even in my own pathetic little corner of the internet, she still wins.
I tried explaining that this subreddit is important to me, but it came out sounding desperate because I guess it is desperate. This is my routine. This is my little purpose. I sit here, I scroll, I comment, I tell myself I’m part of something. Maybe it’s sad, but it’s mine.
He said he wants a divorce.
So yeah. I guess now I’m fat, lazy, alone, and still somehow more emotionally invested in Courtney than my own marriage. But honestly? At least this sub understands.