Almost all of us are confronted with it, we can no longer live without our telephone and a telephone addiction seems more 'normal' than 'abnormal'. Yvonne now knows that this also applies to her. Her partner is not so happy about that…
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I can't live with it, but I can't live without it either. We have a love/hate relationship. Me and my remembering device that used to be the size of a vacuum cleaner and that now fits in my hand and bag. I admit, it's starting to look like a phone addiction.
People regularly ask me when I will buy the latest model. Well uhh, if I let 'this one' swim in the washing machine again.
Recently I lost my phone. I was completely freaked out and panicked I dug through my bag. I can't live without my supersonic "love" for a moment. How does that phone manage to get out of my sight…when I'm on a call?
Did you know that the relationship that many people have with their phone can get in the way of their "real" relationship with their partner? This is according to research from the University of Arizona. The researchers at this university asked a number of people about their partners' telephone habits and what they found? The participants whose partner is glued to their phone are a lot more unhappy.
oh my. Won't Husband like his relationship with me at times too?
If you know that you really should stop, but still can't resist to continue, then you can speak of a telephone addiction.
You would think that I am always easily accessible. After all, I have a trusting relationship with my phone. Nothing is less true. I regularly get complaints from my mother or other family members that I never answer my phone. Now there is a kernel of truth in that. Despite my phone addiction, I sometimes consciously put my phone out of sight when I go out for a drink with Husband. I do this mainly for him so as not to be tempted to check my smartphone again. And sometimes I have a deadline. Then I put my phone on soft so as not to be disturbed.
But during my adult activities in the bedroom I put it really far away, otherwise I would be selling myself short. Sorry Mom 😉
Yet that telephone (or uhhh telephone addiction) sometimes stands between us.
"Shall we take the six-course menu?"
Of course I would like to hold my phone a few times during a six-course meal. Just to take a nice picture. Okay, also just to check if I've been important. That is of course impossible in the presence of Husband, that would mean a divorce 😉 .
Husband narrows his eyes over his menu. "Nice, let's do it." Feeling caught, I squeeze the phone between my legs. Sighing, Husband shifts his attention back to the menu. "Don't worry so much honey, I just made a boomerang for your Insta."
'Does the whole world need to know where we are?'
Swallow.
After three courses I slide my chair back. "Just pee," I apologize to Husband. In the toilet I don't know how fast to unzip my phone from my bag and I check if I haven't missed anything. But then I get the shock of my life, when an app from Husband comes in:you had to pee, didn't you?
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Ievy
