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.

Though it’s helpful to have talent, that won’t guarantee success
Free speech is our natural right, not a gift granted by politicians
Dead man’s watch always there to remind me of my own mortality
I was getting frustrated with the interview Sunday afternoon, but I wanted to keep things civil and polite.
How do we start over and give ourselves parenting we needed?
Best years of our lives? For me, teen years were start of feeling like alien
Love & Hope — Episode 7:
Briefly: Expect the unexpected as my site migrates to new servers this week
Fetish for privatizing misses point; it’s having a choice that matters
In a cold and disconnected world, it’s very simple to fake happiness