My stbxh developed a gambling habit almost on purpose when ds was born. He basically looked around for all the ways he could be horribly selfish and ‘act out’, and by the time he realised that he wasn’t actually in control of his nasty behaviour, it was really too late.
He did the ‘i vant to be alone’ nonsense, and would disappear for hours, sometimes days, to be all sad and ‘think about things’. Usually when I’d asked him to do anything.
And oh yes, the buying of inappropriate consumer goods, argh! He’d be head to toe designer brands whilst I was panicking about food and bills. Or he’d come back from one of his disappearing tricks with some completely over the top gift for our baby, when what our baby actually needed was nappies. After a while he wouldn’t even pretend to think about me or the baby, he’d just buy stuff for himself and parade around with it, like I was supposed to be happy he was squandering our money on iPhones etc when I was going to have to cut short my maternity leave to make ends meet, even though I wasn’t physically recovered from the birth.
He racked up 25k of debt in OUR names, on the back of MY good credit rating, as he had decided to give up earning any money when the baby came... anything to make a ‘silent’ protest that he wasn’t going to be expected to grow up and think about someone else, even his own baby.
He spiraled down into worse and worse depths of behaviour, taking satisfaction in the pain and misery it caused me and anyone who got caught up in it. Seriously screwed up self destruct button being pressed, basically he was throwing a huge adult baby tantrum that he might be expected to grow the fuck up...
He decimated our savings and he couldn’t borrow any more. It was all in unsecured loans. Then he started to steal from us. Like the cash for the child minder (whilst she was there to collect it, and suddenly I couldn’t pay her). Oh and like DS Christmas presents on Boxing Day which he crept out of the house with early that morning and never returned, so daddy and the presents went awol that Xmas. Sick fucker.
And he was abusive in other ways too. But after that he was easy to move away from for good, as he wasn’t particularly interested in staying in DS life when He and I had nothing left to take.
He then ended up homeless and was arrested for raping some poor naive woman he was trying to con, who had fallen for the sob story (just like I did).
The reason I know this is that he turned up again at mine and tried to spin that disgusting incident into a sob story for me, about how he was the real victim and even the police agreed with him... so, he needs money to get back on his feet from the wrong she done him etc etc etc.
And that was the first time I ever felt truly afraid of him. I don’t think he thought it through that he was expecting his WIFE to feel sorry for him that a nasty evil woman ‘cried rape’ when all he’d done is just had violent and unprotected sex with her after picking her up in a club where he was cruising for sex.
Because he wanted it so he took it. Like always.
I really realised for the first time that he really didn’t have any brakes where his own selfishness is concerned. And that’s actually really scary.
So I gently and nicely smiled and said ‘sorry I don’t have any money today but maybe another time, of course I’d like to help etc etc etc’ Trying to usher him towards the door...
.. that’s the last time I saw him, Thank God. We moved after that, and although we stayed in the same area as before, he doesn’t know where we live, and I want to keep it that way.
Sorry, I’m sure that sounds extreme and not at all like your poor dear whatever-his-name-is. But I would have said the same. I didn’t see the signs and nor did nearly everyone else who knew him (except a few people who I thought were being sooooo miserable!).
The thing is, the kind of nasty self absorbed obsessive attitude you’re describing is the sign. It’s what means it’s ok for someone like him to get deeper and deeper into this kind of spending, and not give a damn.
And take you with him. And not give a damn. And just keep on using up chances and people like they are disposable, because he doesn’t give a damn compared to the kick he’s getting out of carrying on. And by the time he does give a damn, iftgat ever happens, you’ll be long gone, either you’ll have saved yourself or been sucked dry and tossed aside, either one, but this is a journey he’s making on his own. It’s NOT a family ticket, or even a return journey. He’ll probably get out of it fine, if he wants to, but he won’t lift a finger to help you get out with him. He’ll be utterly uninterested, because it won’t have anything to do with him, because this is always just about him, not you.
Sorry, doom and gloom merchant me!
Me and DS got out and are almost free of his financial tw@tery, but it’s been really hard. It took me about 4 years to pay off the main debts, but because we are married, he is, even now, ‘financially sticky’... but that’s because we’re still married and sodding HSBC won’t let me close the joint account without his permission... but will keep on approving overdrafts for him! Even though I try and refuse permission apparently it doesn’t matter. Apparently it also doesn’t matter that when the account was opened it wasn’t even an account with an over draft. And that he has defaulted on every loan and overdraft he’s ever taken out. With hsbc! But they know they can chase me for the money, since I half killed myself paying that £25k back, because I felt so stupid and culpable for being taken in by him, and was trying to be honourable. Ffs!!!
Sorry it’s a bit raw again, I thought I was clear 18 months ago, but last night I checked my Experian score and it was all the way back low again. That’s how I found out that the f*cker has managed to get a £600 overdraft again in our joint names.
Even if I manage to close that account, and pay off the new debt before it gets bigger again, I reckon it will be another 2-3 years before my credit rating gets back to where it was before all this.
Meanwhile I struggle to pay the rent, and DS has never been on holiday.
This is what a man like that does.
Please don’t end up where I am...