I feel you man.
I haven't told this story to many people, but your open-ness has touched my heart.
When I was younger, my parents loved me and each other. But as I grew up they started to fight, and it was clear to even the young boy that I was, that they didn't love each other anymore, and maybe not me. Every night they would fight, and the only solace I had was locking myself in my room (figuratively, sometimes literally) and playing civ 1. In Civilization I learned how to make people happy, I learned how to deal with my problems by advancing past them, and then nuking them while the problems still only weilded sticks.
My Parents divorced, but I got through it.
In High school, as an older boy, I suffered another crisis. This time due to the ever increasing pressure from my now single father to perform. He wanted me to be a Lawyer, or a Banker, or a Pastry Chef, but I just couldn't do these things for him! I tried very hard in math class, and statistics, and even home economics, but anything less than a 100% wasn't enough for him. I got terrified of showing him my grades or letting him taste my latest confections. Would my knowledge of the legal system be enough? Would my projections of the third quarter stock market match up? Would the Chocolate Creme ganache stay firm at room temperature, but melt deliciously when put to the tongue? That's when I discovered Civ 2. The sequel. It taught me that sometimes you don't need technological advantages, when you have 8 times the military. That sometimes even lowly spearman can defeat a tank. You don't NEED to be the best, you just Need to be Fundamentalist and have a lot of production.
I graduated high school, and eventually college with a degree in Combat Proctology.
A third Crisis in my life occurred though when I finally set out into the world. I wanted a Job and a good salary. But the field of Combat Proctology was far too narrow, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't insert myself into it. A ninja monk in the far East said my Resume did not include enough combat experience to fulfill is needs. The Proctologist Battle Arena in Washington said that my knowledge of anatomy wasn't up to snuff. I couldn't even get a single lubricated foot into the door anywhere. That's when civ 3 came out.
Civ 3 taught me that sometimes you need to try completely new things, even if they might not work right away. Collect the resources you need for success, and sometimes when your favorite unit attacks it will spark a golden age throughout the world. It also taught me that sometimes knowledge isn't enough, and that you must inundate yourself in culture or Gandhi will take all your cities from you.
Late still in my life, I started to feel lonely. I had gotten a job as a junior Combat Enterologist (slightly different from my degree) but had found no love. I remember when I first met HER. She worked at the same place. I had just finished a 'plunging cow' maneuver while dueling with a one eyed samurai monkey (it was sweeps that week) when SHE caught my eye. Literally. The monkey had landed a good hit with his little katana and she had amazing reflexes. While massaging the ball back into my face, I realized that I needed her as my wife. But I'd never done anything like this, and why would she ever like me?
So I went home and fired up my new copy of Civ 4. Playing this game was harder than others, and not just because my left eye was half blind. It taught me that there were ways to make friends, and to figure out how much they liked me. Using that information you can learn to make them like you. I also learned that health is an important thing, and to not neglect it, or your cities will start and turn a nasty green color.
So I converted to her religion (Reverse Mormonism, she believed someone in the future would read golden tablets to tell people how to live, but that it hadn't happened yet). We were married within an hour.
But... things have soured since then. Even though I am now Chief Combat Enterologist, I feel she doesn't respect me. She says that when those tablets do get read, it'll say I'm a d-bag. I'm not even sure what that is, and I don't know how to argue it. I give her flowers? No help. I sleep on the couch? Nothing. I tell HER to sleep on the couch? STILL nothing.
And the real kicker? I've been playing civ 5 trying to figure out what to do, and it isn't helping! All it teaches me is that people are inconsiderate and may attack you at any time! I've learned that generating food is something you let OTHER people do, and that happiness isn't important unless you want to grow.
What do I do now? My entire life is ruined.