"My Husband is a Sportsaholic"
Her Turn, continued
"I was raised in a family that wrote the book on dysfunction. My parents divorced when I was less than a year old and, and I hardly saw my father. He lives in California now, and we're in touch, though not close. Mother was always bitter-nothing ever made her happy. She's retired now, but for years, she worked for an engineering firm.
"My sister Shelly, who's five years older than I am, made my life hell. She used to tell me all the time that it was my fault that Daddy left. She'd also goad the older kids on the school bus to make fun of me. When I complained, Mom didn't believe me, and she'd tell me I was crazy.
"Despite my mom's total lack of encouragement, I did well in school and was involved in the drama club and the newspaper. I couldn't wait to go away to college. I started in newspaper journalism, then fell in love with filmmaking. A summer internship turned into a full-time job, and within a few years, I was doing short films of my own.
"I adored everything about my work--the excitement, the glamour, the camaraderie. The people there were like family to me. I dated, but no one interested me for more than a few months, and I never had a serious relationship until I met Bob.
"But at 39 it hit me: I didn't want to grow old by myself. Around this time, my assistant fixed me up with Bob. When he came to pick me up, he brought roses, and I'm a softie for the romantic gesture.
"We were a good balance: Bob is low-key, and I found his advice, his outlook, very reassuring. When I was stressed out, he'd calm me down. To be honest, though, our sex life was never dazzling. Bob was always more enthusiastic, and now, well, sex is the last thing on my mind.
"Last month, one of Bob's childhood friends asked if he still watched sports as much as he used to. Bob said he'd gotten better. Excuse me? He can discuss football plays from 20 years ago, but he can't remember what I said 10 minutes ago. I've had it."