We’ve got a son with a gambling addiction and it’s horrible. I’m sure most of you guys live responsible lives, but the addictive gambler ruins lives. So selfish. Lies. Steals. Pushes life responsibilities on others. Like your step-dad, he’s a dick.
A daily ass-kicking, and a boot-camp environment would be a good start to knock out the entitlement, but usually there is an “advocate” or enabler, that protects the sweet prince from all of life’s consequences. Oh and a dumb chick to house and feed him.
And he goes on, leaving victims in his wake. Damn, I work hard to fill the gaps. We’ve usually got his kids most of the time, because grandma doesn’t trust her own son to meet their needs, or the baby-momma he wouldn’t marry that usually “dips out” as well, with her party life.
Oh, sometimes when he scores a big win, maybe Kentucky Women’s volleyball over Louisiana Southerrn. I’ll know it because he’ll pretend to have a job for a few months to cover for the sudden windfall of money he flaunts.
But usually he just sits in his nice apartment with his face pressed to his phone, or his big screen tv, while the latest girlfriend works a double shift to meet their needs.
Yeah. Not a fan.
As a gambling addict, I could see that life for me a mile away.
I was a bookie in the 8th and 9th grades and I used to pick fights from Super Fights to JAG fighters at the Olympic Auditorium.
My record was 108-12 which is 90%.
Just after HS, I picked Buster Douglas to beat Mike Tyson (I had not necessarily inside information, but found a really small blurb which tipped the scale for me).
So why didn't I become a gambler?
Well, we lived near Santa Anita race track and we used to go during the fall meet ( I keep wanting to call it Oaktree, but I think that's the one that starts on Dec 26th each year) and I remember watching guys during the racing shouting, laughing and talking money, drinking beers etc. At the end of the day as we would be leaving, I remember seeing many of those same guys avoiding the cops to pick up dropped tickets (they sell the tickets for pennies on the dollar to professional gamblers who use them to offset their winnings when they declare their taxes...aaaaand, it's illegal).
Grown men are scrambling on the floor to pick up tickets that had been walked on and worse (this being a horse racing track and all). I realized right then that not only was it a feast or famine life, but you didn't see families collecting the stubs... just panicked and harried guys trying to salvage a losing day. It was more pathetic than I'm describing and it struck me. I didn't want that no matter how high winning felt (and I remember how it used to feel to win even now).
I made a promise to the wife that I wouldn't gamble and in large part I've kept that promise. I didn't used to talk about it, but since I'm not running for office any time ever, I've opened up about it. I did gamble $20 in Vegas during a bachelor party and occasionally I'll play the lotto/powerball if the jackpot is over $500M and with the wife's blessing including how much and only one time did it get over $20... it was $40 when the Lotto got up to $1.6B.
I get viscerally uncomfortable walking through a casino or gambling establishment like a sportsbook at this point which has made for some interesting moments on the cruises we've been on as even a closed casino freaks me out...badly...like almost full blown panic attack bad.
Having walked away from that, I am sorry your family is going through that.
Your son is very lucky he's not come to serious physical harm. Usually uncontrolled gamblers end up trying to win on credit and that's when it gets really ugly.