When in the midst of her affair, my wife used to literally HOLD HER CELLPHONE OUT IN FRONT OF HER, clutched like a tiny bird between her two hands, just waiting for it to vibrate. It was pathetic, and it was sickening. We'd be at our boy's baseball games, and she'd be standing there, away from me and away from the other parents, just holding it, waiting for it to buzz with the sweet fix of a text message narcotic.
