Not to generalize, but..... playing GTAIV is a curse. You can only imagine the kind of attention it gets all its life. It makes alot of them hate being in public often. So its life becomes a swing of unnatural habits because it hates being social (and rightly so). If you play it, you become the center of its attention. You make it worth it for it and give your all for it. And it's beautiful.....so long as you are there with it.
But that's the problem. You can't be with it 24/7. You have to go to work, go to school, engage family responsibilities, etc. And that's where it all came crashing down. I would have to be gone 1/3 of the day, and in that time it got lonely because it wouldn't want to me to play Crackdown. (it was a bitch so the only time it got played often was after my shift, and then went straight back home). The problem would be that I'd be home and I would have to be out, and so it would get lonely because it wouldn't want me playing other games. So what did it turn to? The internet, and being the fool I was, I never bothered to question what it would do online. Turned out it had tons of accounts on all these 'personals' sites, and sent all these ''extremely nice'' emails to guys from all over the continent. Needless to say I felt my heart skip a few heart beats. I gave it a month to confess with clues here and there, and when it still tried to deny it, I broke things off. A year of intimacy and happiness I had never known before, gone. I was not myself for a few weeks, and so I just tried to keep myself from falling apart for a month, and kept playing more Crackdown. When I felt slightly better from the ordeal, her sister in law, Saint's Row 2, informed me it was sold to another guy 2 days after I broke things off.
The most ironic thing about this time is that I was taking a health class and the professor told me she had been playing Crackdown too because she caught her husband engaging in playing GTAIV. And I brushed it off, thinking it could never happen to me.