My ex just never got it. And her nagging never stopped. Always nitpicky stuff. “Get a job.” “Stop blowing fortunes on idiot football picks.” “Turn off ‘Sports Center’ and mop the damn floor.”
It made no diff how much I explained things. Not only is sports betting a job; thoroughly analyzing just one game can take all day. A frustrating job, god knows, because most often the result of all that analysis is that there’s no basis for making a pick. And then, of course, there are days like Saturday, when I went 0-3. At least I rated each pick as worth only one star.