It was late at night when I got the emailed threat about five years ago. A suicidal friend sent me a dramatic picture — an obvious cry for help — with a knife poised against her wrist. She lives hundreds of miles away, so there was little that I could do to help, but I wondered where her husband was.
After I sent a reply trying to talk her into ending the threat — at least for that night — she sent back a sarcastic reply to my attempt to help her deal with this existential crisis.
“It’s not your job,” she wrote. “It’s the man-child’s who’s off playing computer games.”
I knew this was a continuing issue in her marriage. Her husband — about 30 years old — spent pretty much all of his non-work time playing computer games. As a result, they had fallen into living parallel lives. Although he knew she was depressed and suicidal, he chose to live in a fantasy world with gaming buddies instead of in the real world he had chosen for himself.

Reading through hundreds of my old articles has been unsettling
Dickens’ ‘David Copperfield’ far superior to postmodern novels
I was getting frustrated with the interview Sunday afternoon, but I wanted to keep things civil and polite.
What would you say if you could converse with your 12-year-old self?
A culture which defines itself by consumption has lost its values
Does your life feel wasted so far? Maybe your best is yet to come
If romantic love is real and true, does it never really fade away?
Why do so many find it funny to embarrass the people they love?
Need something to wear tonight? Here’s a geeky Halloween costume