Alas, no. I believe it's a result of loving British things and probably reading too much old British literature.

He's gotten better on the video games, he still plays nearly all the time, but he doesn't wear a headset as often, so we can still communicate for the most part. At least he doesn't have any subscriptions anymore, and scheduled gaming times for specific things. He's also been trying to finish up the games he has rather than buying new ones, so that's been nice.

I guess he's my emotional support in that he is the only person I am truly comfortable with. He's the only person that can hold me when I cry. Sometimes he gets angry if I say I feel like a failure because of this or that and he has yelled and told me to shut up before, but he doesn't like me to talk bad about myself. He understands I have a legitimate issue and he knows how to deal with me and handle me better than, say, my family. They are smothering me to death right now and I literally have to go into the bathroom and sit there in the floor just to get a moment alone. I feel like a lot of our problems are my fault though because, while he does deal with me better than my family, he just doesn't know what to do. I guess it's just because he knows me completely.