Football

He was always overzealous, but it started to get way worse. He'd actually get up and stand right in front of the television, screaming for so long that I'd miss the next play. Then he'd continue to obsess over it.

Then things got way worse. He voted for trump. He went completely bonkers. I grew to despise him and couldn't stand to be in the same room with him. What's funny is that he was convinced that I was some sort of good luck charm for the Broncos. When they lost I'd joke that it was because I wasn't watching, and he actually started to believe it.

Throughout our marriage, watching the Broncos was something we always did. No matter how busy we were, we'd each drop what we were doing and watch the game together. It seems sort of silly that it was part of the "glue" in our marriage, but it kind of was.

What ended our decaying marriage for good was when I caught him having an affair. After the divorce, I found out it wasn't the first. I am very happy to live all by myself now, and I get to watch my football games in peace. I love the early games most. I can get my Broncos coffee mug and treat and snuggle in with my Broncos throw, and maybe my cat, and I'm just as content as I could ever want to be.