Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Hindsight


In the olden dayes, way before I met Chyken, I was engaged to someone else.  For the purposes of this post let’s call him Fred.  I was 18 and living in a very small flat in a country town.  I met Fred when I started at a crappy job.  The job was not to last, but Fred and I were.  For a while at least.

I’m not really sure how it happened, but he moved in with me quite soon after we met.  I was blissfully in love.  Hindsight tells me it was NOT love, but when you’re 18 you think you know everything, don’t you?  Anyway, at the beginning, things were rosy.

We both ended up leaving the crappy job where we had met.  There weren’t many jobs in the country town where we lived, but even if there had been I doubt we would have looked very hard for them.  Fred was forever looking for the next big thing, instead of just finding a normal job he started numerous businesses, including a courier service and a pinball parlour, but they all failed.  I got swept up in it all and went along for the ride.  At the time it all seemed like a great idea.  Of course, hindsight tells me I should have seen the signs.

As well as believing that a billion dollar idea was just around the corner, Fred loved the pokies.  Not in a social, kick back and relax kind of way.   Oh no!  He was convinced that the next big win was imminent.  Despite our bank balance telling him that we always lost, we always had to go there on pay day.  I was OK with this at first, quite happy to spend SOME money there every week.  The problem was that even though we always had a conversation before we left home and set a limit to spend, when that was gone, Fred always raided the bank account to get more.  Because the machine he was on was ‘just about to pay out big, sweetheart’.  If I stood my ground and refused to let him withdraw more money, a fight would ensue.  In the pub.  I would inevitably get embarrassed and hand over some more money.

Hindsight tells me he knew that would happen and never had any intention of sticking to the limit.  Hindsight also tells me that all those times he ‘disappeared’ for hours on end he was away gambling.  And don’t get me started on the amount of times we were ‘robbed’.  Somehow, they never messed the place up though, they only ever took one or two items of value.  I’d bet all four of my cats that they were pawned for gambling money.




As I mentioned before, we didn’t go looking for a job, so we were on the dole.  The dole doesn’t pay very well (and why should it?) so the amount of money we had spare was extremely minimal.  It wasn’t uncommon to have $50 to see us through a fortnight after we had paid rent and bills.  I would look at that $50 and try and work out the best way to use it.  Fred, on the other hand, would look at that $50 and say ‘Well, if I take that down to the club I can double it and then we’ll be fine!’  We’d have a fight about it, usually with Fred using his fists to convince me that his way was the best plan.  He’d return later that day, with no money and I’d be left to work out how to conjure up meals out of thin air and a packet of corn flakes.  This scenario happened more often than not.

This was back in the mid to late 90’s (I am sooooo old!!), so the internet hadn’t really taken off, but if it had and I had realised that Fred was in fact, addicted to gambling, I daresay I would have spent some time on the Gambler’s Help site.  Looking back, I can see that Fred was a classic gambler.  Gambler’s Help have a checklist that might indicate a problem.  It looks like this:

- Regularly short of money
- Borrowing money on a regular basis
- Being secretive about financial records
- Unpaid bills/disconnection notices
- Becoming withdrawn from others/family events and social events
- Seeming worried, agitated or upset for no apparent reason
- Controlling and/or manipulative behaviour
- Spending more and more time gambling
- Being secretive about unexplained absences
- Often being late for commitments

It will probably come as no surprise that had I seen this 15 years ago, Fred would have ticked almost ALL of those boxes!

I didn’t realise it was that bad at the time, kind of like I didn’t realise the domestic violence was as bad either, but I often wonder what I would have done if I had allowed myself to realise what was really going on.  Gambler’s Help are not just for the people with the gambling problem, they also offer lots of support for the friends and family of a gambler.  They have a number you can call for free and confidential advice… 1800 858 858.  You can even harness the wonders of modern technology and chat to someone about it on their website. Best of all, this advice is all free!


Fred and I were together for almost four years.  We broke up for many reasons, not the least of which was the fact that he was abusive towards me.  With the benefit of hindsight I can see that the violence was only one of many issues that Fred had.  Sometimes I wonder if he ever got help for that, and for the gambling.  I hope so, for his own sake.



17 comments:

  1. Wow , it must have been very difficult for you Jo. The gambling and DV.
    I am glad you found a new direction and life away from him.

    My Dad was a little bit of a 'gambler' - mainly the pokies , and his Lotto - my Mum hated it.

    His brother was seriously addicted - so much so his 3rd wife had to withdraw all his access to accounts/money and give him a small amount to do as he pleased.

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    1. Thanks Trish. At the time I didn't realise, I just thought that was how my life was meant to be. So glad I woke up!

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  2. It is also really important that people understand that sometimes people with very serious gambling habits show none of the habits on the checklist. We didn't have any signs at all until it was WAY to late.

    Great blog - the more these things are discussed, the more people can have their lives saved.

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    1. Very true Jen.

      Thanks for commenting. :-)

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  3. Great post, well done for sharing! These stories need to be told to give hope to people with gambling issues and the people their addiction affects.

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    1. Thanks, I think the hope message is a really important one. It doesn't have to be a life sentence.

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  4. Wow! thank you for sharing this Jo. what a hard thing it must have been for you to recall and write about but if telling your story about gambling and domestic violence helps just one person then you have done a fantastic thing. Bless.
    Eileen. x

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    1. Thanks Eileen. I really hope it helps someone.

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  5. As you know, I read a few blogs (including my own), but your blog is by far my favorite (american spelling). With that said, what doesn't kill us, makes us stronger, and there seem to be a lot of things that almost kill us!

    I am glad that Chyken, was wise enough to marry you. Man I miss you guys! Keep the blogs coming!

    B

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    1. Oh B, flattery will get you everywhere! We miss you too. One day we will visit, I promise!

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  6. My sisters ex was an awful gambler, but also a fantastic con artitst, so we had no idea about his gambling problem for ages. When it was finally revealed, we couldn't believe just how stupid and naive we had been.

    So glad you are not in that relationship anymore, and things have turned around for you.

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    1. Thanks Jess, no one will ever be gladder than me! :-)

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  7. My sisters ex was an awful gambler, but also a fantastic con artitst, so we had no idea about his gambling problem for ages. When it was finally revealed, we couldn't believe just how stupid and naive we had been.

    So glad you are not in that relationship anymore, and things have turned around for you.

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  8. Yes hindsight is a wonderful tool. Thank you for sharing this post, you may save someone from needing hindsight. Oh and I beg to differ on being 18 in the 90's as making you old. I was 18 then and I don't want to think of myself as sooooo old :)

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    1. Thanks Rhianna!

      I hope it helps someone.

      I hereby retract my statment about the 90's. :-)

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  9. Wow, Fred sounds like a real catch! If only we could have the body, looks and metabolism of our 18 year old selves with the widsom we have now, hey?

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  10. Oh yes Glow, he was a real catch! Luckily he wasn't very good looking either.

    I would LOVE to be 18 again and know what I know now. I'd have a super time!

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