My Husband is an Addict - His Love Affair with Baseball
Where Do I Begin?
My husband is an addict. He searches frantically for his fix all day, every day. When he doesn’t get what he craves he is cranky, he pouts and he is prone to sweaty shakes. He can get depressed and he often reminisces about his last fix. When my husband does get a fix he sits around the house with a blank stare on his face, a man who has found his heaven. The children and I do not exist. Those times are the most tranquil. We dread the bad fix as it can lead to fits of violence – jumping around and screaming, flinging arms in the air, and lots of swearing. At first my husband scared the kids with his outbursts, but sadly they’ve become accustomed to his ways. They just accept their father for who he is and what he does. They don’t ask questions and if the outbursts become too intense they leave and lock themselves in their bedrooms. My husband doesn’t seem to realize what his addiction does to the family. Either that or he just doesn’t care. The pull is too much for him. I wish I could break the hold but I just can’t compete. I’m absolutely terrified my husband will pass his addiction on to the children. We have three daughters and I have such high hopes for each of them. But my husband’s addiction is such a strong presence in the house; I don’t think I stand a chance.
Wait A Minute!
If you’ve made it this far I thank you for taking the time to read. I’d also like to stop you from calling Children’s Protective Services. While my husband does indeed have an addiction, it’s to baseball. During baseball season my husband is absolutely obsessed in the true word of it. He goes to several games, gets autographs from as many players as possible, and follows scores on the TV, the radio, and the cell phone all at the same time. I often make jokes and ask if my husband has money riding on the games because he gets so into them. He lives and breathes by our local team The Cleveland Indians. Sadly they aren’t very good and my husband can be caught yelling at the TV more often than not. In the off-season my husband counts down the days until spring training and watches old baseball games to find his ‘fix’. The children have gone to so many games this season that I think they’ve caught the bug. They now collect cards and baseballs and have several players’ autographs. I personally do not like baseball so I don’t get the attraction. Sitting on the opposite side of the living room I get a very different perspective of my husband during baseball season. Thank goodness we started dating during the off-season and I didn’t see this obsession immediately or we may not be married today. No, that’s not true. I suppose we balance each other perfectly.
"When Does a Habit Become an Addiction?"
Of course all of this is in jest. While I can say my husband is addicted to baseball he can say I am addicted to the Internet. When my husband sits and watches his baseball games I can be found on the computer writing articles or commenting on Facebook. Our children also have mini-obsessions of their own. I call them mini because the kids obsess about these things for a short while and then move on to something else. Our oldest daughter loves video games and sketching. Right now she’s into making comic strips about wolves. Our middle daughter loves writing; she’s just like her mom. Our youngest daughter is obsessed with drawing people she knows. She has an entire notebook full of stick figures with names written beside them. And the dog is obsessed with licking the skin between the toes on his right front paw.
