He knew it hadn’t happened overnight. But it seemed like it did. He began to notice it with little things.
He would ask a question. She wouldn’t respond.
He cracked a joke. She didn’t laugh.
They would go out for dinner. He talked about his day. She seemed bored.
He asked her about her day. She didn’t have much to say.
Her mind always seemed to be somewhere else. And then he started to understand the source of the problem.
She had begun seeking solace from another. An outsider had intruded into their relationship.
This outsider was a force to be reckoned with. It was evident in the changes he could see in her.
They had always said that nothing could ever come between them. Now this one was.
It all seemed so innocent…at first. She had introduced him to this outsider. He was glad that she had this source of support. He could see how happy she was playing with this one.
But now she was smitten. Almost all of her attention was reserved for this “thing”. He couldn’t think of “it” as human but she sure did.
“How much time does she need to spend communicating with it?” he wondered. “Why is she so fascinated?”
This thing was ever present. Every day. In the evening. Even on the weekends. She always had time for it.
“Maybe I’m the third party,” he thought, feeling sorry for himself. No, he was just coming to terms with reality.
She made him feel less important than that thing she had fallen in love with. He felt alone.
At times, he was angry. On other occasions, he felt hurt, dejected, rejected.
But little did he know, it was about to get worse for him. One night, he had to work late.
He got home, stopped and looked at the mail, and then wandered over to the refrigerator. She had told him she would have a plate for him to heat up.
He opened the door and looked in. No plate.
He looked around. Maybe plans had changed. Had she left a note.
No note anywhere. No nothing.
He walked toward their bedroom. He didn’t know that his world was about to fall apart.
As he gazed through the open door, she was asleep in bed. But she wasn’t alone.
She was snuggled up with the thing – her smartphone!
Do you sleep with your smartphone?
(Inspired by Sleeping With Your Smartphone by Leslie Perlow)
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