What kind of idiot leaves an otherwise successful marriage solely because their spouse doesn't share their love for a movie? I grew up in a family of TV junkies who would fight to the death over the remote control. And anyone who knows me well or is familiar with my blog or Facebook page knows I'm hopelessly addicted to the adorable Minions of the Despicable Me movies.
Even I wouldn't end a good relationship just because my partner didn't share my love of all things Minion...though the poor guy might find me and my Minions difficult to live with....
I also have Minion sheets and Minion Christmas tree ornaments. Think this qualifies as an addiction?