He sat at the computer every night after dinner, every
Saturday and Sunday, almost every waking moment. I hated the thing. It had
stolen my husband from his family.
The time I realized this monster was truly my enemy was a
night that will go down in infamy with our family. I was on the phone with a
good friend. We were having a deep conversation about”something important”. I
was sitting on the stairs talking softly so the rest of the house wouldn’t hear
what was being said. A pair of eyes glared at me from the kitchen. He was
spinning in the computer chair waiting for me to get off the phone. High speed
internet was still a thing of the future, dial-up was the only option. This
required I get off the phone, which I wasn’t ready to do.
The hole he stared through me got deeper and deeper until I
exploded. I threw the phone at him, while screaming, “Take the thing! I’m so
sick of that computer dominating everything in this house! You’re on it all the
time and now I can’t even talk on the phone!” I’m really not sure of my exact
words but this is close.
After that I grabbed one of his golf clubs and threw it
across the room! Yep, I really did it. Haven’t you ever wanted to do something
so mean? But who really does that? It was at this point that I stopped myself
and realized I was having hormone problems. Yes it was PMS. Although some
believe it is in our heads I know for certain it is a very real change that
happens to me.
With a few deep breaths and apologies on both sides our
argument was over. However I ended up at the doctor’s office the next day
recalling the events of the night before. Turns out he diagnosed me with PMS
syndrome and gave me Prozac. Throwing golf clubs is really out of character for
me so we both knew something was or had changed with my body. Medication in
combination with a lot of prayer got me through the worst part of it.
Very seldom do I have a blow up anymore and I love my
computer especially since I can use it and the phone at the same time.
This week’s prompt over at Write on Edge, is to recall those early memories of being online. But please do not use the phrase “I remember…”
Also? No laundry lists. Try to focus on one small memory and share. Tell how it impacted your life and what it meant for you.
