Bloody annoying when he doesn't watch your shows

You're sitting on the couch. Finally. Candles are lit, cup of tea (which is actually a glass of wine) next to you, phone on silent and laptop open. There. It's now time for you and your show and nothing or no one is going to come between that. Oh no, wait. Your beloved. And it goes like this.

• “Are you watching that show AGAIN?”
• He sits down next to you. In active mode. He says nothing. Oh, he makes a “hmm”.
• Another “hmmm”.
• He leans slightly to the right and looks at my screen.
• “Are they having sex again?”
• “Well, well.”
• I look to the left to see what he means by that.
• He continues to pumpidomp.
• Silence.
• “I don't watch drama series.”
• I hum. I know that by now.
• “Such a waste of your time.”
• I nod. Yeah, yeah, you know it. Really. And now back to Noah and Alison.
• “That you get completely drawn into that sick world of such a writer.”
• I hum again. No time for discussions. It's all way too exciting.
• “That's why I don't read novels either.”
• Humhum. Yeah, yeah. We've been together for seventeen years, darling. I know.
• “Yes, biographies or books about history. At least you get something out of that.”
• “You're absolutely right, darling. Can I please continue watching now?”
• “Yes, of course.”
• Silence.
• “That episode is taking a long time.”
• I remain silent.
• “Oh, you're watching another one.”
• I nod.
• “Jeez, this is poorly acted.”
• Dominic. West. Does. Not. Act. Badly.
• “Come on, darling. This is really very unbelievable.”
• Shit, he's right. Shit.
• “Honey, just let me be for a moment.”
• “But admit that it's bad.”
• “Okay, maybe this is a slightly lesser season. But I want to know how it ends.”
•  “Are there more seasons? How long does this misery last?”
• Then I'm done with it.
• “You know what I find a waste of your time? Football. And Formula 1.

The proverbial open goal. On Sunday we binge together, but different things.