Sobriety doesn’t Fix Anything: the Pain Inflicted by a Post-Alcoholic Marriage.

As I changed the channel on the television, I noticed the, “recently watched programs,” splayed across the bottom of the screen.

Our cable provider was kind enough to keep track of the last 10 shows anyone in my family had watched on any of our three televisions, and displayed them for all of us to see.

Six of the ten were episodes of “Game of Thrones.” We had four children including two teenagers in the house, and GOT was full of sex and nudity. I was mad at myself for not putting parental blocks on our system, and I went on the hunt for the kid who was helping himself to eyeballs full of exposure.

But I was looking in the wrong place. It was my wife who had been binge-watching the world’s most popular TV phenomenon of the time.

I was livid. I showed her the top 10 list at the bottom of the screen, and showed her how easy it would be for any of our four impressionable little cherubs to be distorted by the “filth” she was watching. All they had to do was click on one of the last watched, and their innocent little brains would be flooded with unrealistically-perfect boobs, and medieval thrusting and lurching. How could she put our kids at such a risk?