Dear all,
This is my first post on mums net despite years of lurking through sites. I always imagined my first post would be some funny anecdote about my beautiful children, or a bit of advice for a first time mum but I'm heartbroken that it needs to be about this.
I have posted in Gamblers Anonymous but unfortunately they moderate each post before allowing it to go live, and they haven't allowed it up yet, so thought I would try here.
I'm not really looking for answers, just needing to vent as I feel so totally and utterly alone.
My husband has been a compulsive gambler for years. The amounts are increasing and his grip on the reality of the situation has all but disappeared. He went away for work last night and I woke up to a number of missed calls at 5am which only ever means one thing.
He had gambled £5k of our savings. We are (were) comfortable (not loaded) but this only seems to fuel his reasoning that it's "his" money and he never spends any money on himself so why shouldn't he "play" with it. This is one of the largest amounts he's ever spend but it only gets worse. While I was typing on GA website in tears trying to get over my feelings of rage, disappointment, hurt, he was actually (unknown to me) gambling even more. In the middle of the day, while he should've been at work. Turns out he's gambled our entire £10k life savings, this months mortgage payment, our holiday spending money. The lot. We literally have £1.51 left.
While he was on the phone to me asking in desperation what to do, his response to my hysterical "How the f* are we going to pay the mortgage?!" was "and I haven't even got any left to try and win it back"
I am at my wits end. I feel lost. Alone. Desperate. Sick. I have friends and amazing parents but I don't want to tell anyone and I have no idea what to do.
We don't have a great relationship anyway, I left him in Feb for a month when our youngest was only 3 months old due to him once again drunkenly attacking me, both verbally and physically. He swore he'd change (I know) and for six months he's been making an effort to be fair.
But I just don't know if I can do it anymore. I haven't got the energy for a third child and it just seems that he lurches from needing support for one thing to another. Drugs, drink, work, gambling.
I feel like he's sapping me of my life. Sometimes it's a great relationship, other times I daydream about him being in a car crash. The father of my children. How dreadful is that?!
I don't know what I wAnt as a response from mums net, if anything, but writing this has made me feel a little less alone, if only in a virtual way.
I feel empty. I don't want him to come home. Ever.