The worst feeling in the world is upsetting someone you love. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, but I'm getting very frustrated with him. He plays his PS3 online with guys from all over. Mostly I let it slide because his friends on there are better to him than his "real friends." But he comes home and sits and plays for hours, he plays NASCAR 2015 and is in three different racing leagues on three different nights. Well, he just got invited to a fourth on a fourth night. I let in to him and said that if he didn't start helping me out around the house, I'd seriously consider packing a bag and walking out the door. The look in his eyes was so sad, it killed me. I love him more than anything and I would never actually leave, but enough is enough. But its not like his doesn't work, he puts in overtime every week and his video games are a stress reliever. Am I being to harsh? I just want a little help and to feel like I'm more important than his PS3.