My husband and I play cards sometimes 3 times a day. We call it Solitaire War. We become very physical, me especially. I never cheat but…there’s no way around admitting it…I am a sore loser. I throw cards. I scrape back my chair, rising furiously. I wage outrageous accusations of “snaking,” sabotaging, and stalling. Sometimes, I do all of this even before we finish the game, I guess, because if I’m going to lose, at least my opponent won’t win. Lately, I’ve gotten worse because I’ve been losing more. And I can’t figure out why. I’ve been considering playing faster or more slowly, watching his cards being played while I’m playing mine, concentrating on playing my Kings and forgetting about the rest of my cards, preventing him from playing his Kings, and deliberately blocking future playing when I know I’ve played more cards.
Until now, I’ve spent little time considering my bad manners. But I just don’t see any way around it. It’s not that I love to win so much as I absolutely must beat my husband–at cards. Every time. Every day.
Well, at least I don’t cheat.