My Husband is an Addict

Several times, i caught him smiling alone and talking to him is impossible. You can’t talk to him as he will only answer you something way too far from what you would normally get.

 

At times, he would laugh alone, at times he is unusually too quiet that he seems shutting the entire world out and drown himself with his own thoughts.

 

At times, he would be jittery. His fingers pounding noisily on something.

 

He hates darkness.

 

The last time we had a power outage until the early evening, he’d become uneasy and he’d start thinking aloud about when the power be restored. As darkness starts to fall, he’d start walking to and fro, turning the switch on and off hoping to see the lights go on.

 

He probably does not want to go to bed in darkness . . . or he probably does not want to go to bed without the air-conditioning on. I never asked him. I would probably get another string of answers that need more deciphering.

 

Sometimes he hates noise.

 

He’d put on the headphones for hours hoping not to hear anything around him. He won’t even use the earphones and insisted on having that big headphones on his ears to make sure he does not hear a sound from around him.

 

Indeed, his ways have become disturbing. At times he just stares blankly on something and it could go like this for hours.  I sometimes find him stooping on his desk in the middle of the night without moving.

 

I don’t know what he is up to.

 

i don’t know what he is thinking either.

 

I wonder if there is a cure for Facebook addiction. Indeed, my husband is a Facebook addict, and  I don’t know how many husbands are addicted to this social networking stuff.