Alright, so, let me tell you about this crazy thing that happened the other day. You know how much time I’ve sunk into NBA 2K? Hours, man, hours. I’ve been building up my player, grinding, getting those stats up. It’s not just a game to me; it’s like, a part of my routine, you know? Something I look forward to after a long day.
So, picture this: I come home, ready to jump into a few games, and my girlfriend, she’s just sitting there on the couch, looking all innocent. I fire up the console, go to load up my player, and… nothing. It’s gone. Vanished. Like it never even existed.
My heart just dropped. I’m standing there, controller in hand, just staring at the screen in disbelief. I turned to my girlfriend, and ask her, straight up, “Did you do something to my game?” And she just bursts out laughing, like it’s the funniest thing in the world.
Turns out, she thought it would be a hilarious “prank” to delete my player. My 2K player that I’ve spent countless hours on. She was going on about how I spend too much time on the game, how she wanted my attention, blah blah blah. Jealous of a game, can you believe that?
- First off, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I mean, who does that?
- Secondly, I was pissed. All that time, all that effort, just gone because she wanted to pull a “prank.”
- Lastly, it wasn’t even about the game anymore. It was the fact that she would do something like that, knowing how much it meant to me. That’s just messed up.
I tried to stay calm. I really did. But I couldn’t help it; I just lost it. We got into this huge argument, and honestly, it wasn’t pretty. I was so angry, so hurt, that I just couldn’t see past it. I even told her that this prank wasn’t just some harmless joke; it felt like a total betrayal.
We tried talking it out, but it was no use. The damage was done. I couldn’t even look at her without thinking about all those hours I wasted, all because of her stupid prank. Some people online are saying it’s just a game and I should get over it. But they don’t get it. It wasn’t just a game to me.
I decided I needed some space, so I packed a bag and left. I’m staying at a buddy’s place for a while, just trying to clear my head. I don’t know what’s going to happen between us. I mean, can you really come back from something like that?
I’ve been thinking a lot about the whole situation. Maybe there were other issues in our relationship, and this was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. Or maybe, it really was just about the game. Either way, it sucks. It really, really sucks.
A few days later
I went back home to talk things out with my girlfriend. It was a long, tough conversation, but we both realized that we had issues we needed to work on. She apologized for what she did, and I apologized for overreacting. We decided to give our relationship another shot, but it’s going to take time to rebuild that trust.
As for my 2K player, well, it’s gone for good. But you know what? It’s just a game. I’ve started a new one, and it’s actually been kind of fun starting from scratch. Maybe this whole mess was a wake-up call. A reminder that there are more important things in life than just video games.
Anyway, that’s my story. It’s been a wild ride, but I think I’ve learned a lot from it. About myself, about relationships, and about the importance of not letting a “prank” ruin your life. Or your 2K player.
