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How do you spell breakup?

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I'm really unhappy in my relationship with Words with Friends. Here are the reasons why I need to breakup with the game.

1. I don't even like scrabble. 
Six months ago if you were to ask me what my least favorite game was, I would have told you it was Scrabble.

2. I'm not good at it. 
At any given time I could be playing up to 10 games at once and very likely I could be losing every single one of them.

3. I have become obsessed and addicted to it.
I am spending WAY too much time playing this game. It is taking away from my Facebook creeping, Twitter stalking and most importantly, my summer reading which was pretty much non-existent this summer because of my addiction to this game.

4. It caused a huge argument between me and the husband
Okay, huge might be an exaggeration, but we did go to bed somewhat annoyed with each other over this stupid game. We do the play and pass version since he doesn't have an iPhone. He was getting sick of the fact that I always get to go first (it's my phone and I have to be the one to initiate games with him so it makes sense that the phone puts me first). Anyway, he decided to be fair to himself, he was going to pass on my first turn so that he could go first. I argued with him that this wasn't fair because I would then be trailing the entire game. He totally disagreed and still does. Please. Someone who plays this game, make him see that this isn't fair! I'm obviously not over it.

It's moments like this one that keep
me coming back for more.
5. My vocabulary isn't up to par
My friends used to think I was so smart because my vocabulary was pretty advanced at a young age. Unfortunately for me, it must have stopped progressing and I would even argue, it regressed during grad school when my brain became overpopulated with other information about ethnolinguistic vitality and correlation not equaling causality. Anyway, my point is, I'm not smart enough to play big, high-point earning words.

So why do I play this game, you might ask? Well, because I'm addicted to it and because I'm a social butterfly. Basically I'm just in it for the chat. And that small part of me that wants to win, but never does.

So yes, I should breakup with Words with Friends and get my life back. But as with many people in unhealthy relationships, I won't end it and I'll just keep complaining about all of the reasons why I should. 

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