The conversation about the betrayal

Like I had said before, he left Tuesday and didn't come home until Friday morning 8am. He said hi. I said hi.
He went to take a shower and came and sat down.

I figure this was a good time as any to confront him about what was happening.

Before he sat down, he handed me $400. So I asked him why he was giving me money.  He said, I thought you'd need it.

He then sat down and I said to him: So have you gotten the gambling out of your system now?

He said, what do you mean, so I said, you are an intelligent man, figure it out.

Then I said, are you ready to talk about what you have done and are doing to this family? He said : what has he done.
I lost it.
I said, don't you dare sit there and pretend like you don't know what you've done. You've broken my trust and betrayed this family again!

He said he did come home and try talking to me on the first day and I didn't speak to him or look at him.

i said, When you come in and grunt hi. That does not mean anything. A man would come in that door and say. I know we need to talk and I'm sorry.
I shouldn't be the one who have to start this conversation.

He then said he had work, which shocked me because I can't believe he came home the morning he had work! That was April 1st.

I said, listen, I don't care what work you have, you will make time to have this conversation with me about what you have done!

I said, you betrayed this family. You walked out on your kids and me without thinking of what would happen.

He said, well when I came home the boy barely looked at me.

I said. (shouted) DONT YOU DARE! DON'T YOU DARE BLAME YOUR SON!  As a parent its' your job to go to them and love them and teach them, not the other way around. We fill their love bank and show them how to love and respect and live. We do that as parents. Don't you dare blame your son!

He said, well when i was there, i stayed so long that my back and head and everything was hurting and etc etc.

I said, you know what? You need to go to work. Go to work, but just know that you will make time to have this conversation with me. And when you do, make sure I don't hear any damn whining about you blaming your son or how your back hurt or what the hell ever. I don't want to hear it. I want to hear a conversation that explains why you did this to your family and what you planned to do about it.

I got around to doing things the next few hours.

On Friday he got home from work and slept the whole evening until sometime on Saturday when he got up and mowed the lawn.

At around 8 or 9pm he said he was going downtown to get coffee. I asked him point blank if he was going to the casino again.

He said no.
I did not believe him.

He got back about an hr later. Said he had went to speak with a friend (used to be n our bible study).  I thought that was interesting, but edidn't really mean anything to me.

So I said are you ready to have that conversation with me?

He did and I sat folding laundry while he spoke. i really had nothing to say. He apologized.  Told me some of what the friend said and how it's a daily battle and etc.

I told  him, that I didn't believe he was going just downtown when he said so.

That now I can't believe him anymore and I feel he is just saying the right words for this talk, but they mean nothing to me.

I asked him what was he going to do when he ends up going again? He said i was thinking fatalistic.

I explained to him how many times this has happened before and all the promises before that.

We talked some more and hugged and that was that.

Sadly he still doesn't get it. on Sunday I guess he felt all was well and we would get intimate. I told him no. We just had a major rift and we need time to get in line with each other again. That got him upset, slamming things and all of that, as if that's going to make it any better.

All in all it seems he lost about $15,000.  I feel like I'm going to have a stroke. I'd give anything for even $100 to get clothes and stuff for my kids. 

I am assuming the $400 he gave me was just the little left in his hand after losing all the rest. 

Now apparently he is going to use our tax return to pay off credit cards. I was hoping to get the kids a trampoline for the backyard and a Xbox system.

I could just cry.

Anyway, the wound is still wide open and he still doesn't get it and how much damage he has done.

No need to hide the betrayal anymore

He came home for a bit on Tuesday night. Slept the whole time. Woke up. showered. Asked me if I wanted some money. Left $80 and said he is going back. I said, going back where, He said the casino. I didn't answer and he is gone again. Beautiful life isn't it?

It's now Wednesday 11pm and he has been gone another 24hrs.

It pains me that the kids keep asking where he is.

Still no conversation

It has been 2 days and still nothing from the husband. 

He finally showed up around 12am Thursday night. Sat in the couch with his dirty clothes and smell and annouced: "I'm home"

I briefly glanced away from my movie and said "Ok" 

He sat there for a few more minutes and then went to take a shower and eat. 

He eventually went to bed. 

I am not sure I felt anything. 

A good man would have walked into that door after being gone gambling away out life savings, and said. I'm here. I'm sorry and I know we need to talk. 

It's going on day 3 now and nothing. He is willing to just go about as if he didn't just broke our trust and betrayed me. 

He talks about the moles in the yard and ask me if the washing machine is working and tell me he put battery in the flashlights and he is going to the store etc. 

That is not important. What's important is that you come to me and discuss what happened. What you did to me. to our family! 

I feel like I shouldn't broach the subject and then at times I feel like I should (as always) go and say let's talk about what happened. 

Since he has been back our son has fallen ill with severe diarrhea and vomiting and i'm cleaning up yuck from floor and carpet and bedsheets being puked and pooped on and this man cannot find it in his heart to help me. 

To sit with his son

To feed him or give him a sip of water. 

All he can manage when he crawls out of bed at 5pm in the days is to ask if our son was feeling better! 

I feel so helpless. 

He has never helped me with the kids and it just sears me. 

But yes, tomorrow Sunday will be 3 days and still he can't find the balls to come and sit and talk about what he did. 

Another betrayal

So I guess when you have a great thing going, you have this natural inclination to go and hack it to pieces.

Since he got back I've been terribly depressed, but I don't let it show. I cook for him. I let him sleep in all day. He might get up to eat and play on his computer and then go to bed at which I schooled myself into the mood for his wifely needs and things have been great so far, except yesterday he woke up and said he was going to do errands. That was at 10am. 

He called at around 9pm lastnight saying he was out playing a few games and didn't realize the time had flew by so fast. So I'm thinking, well I'm glad he gets time of to enjoy since he was away working so long. He asked me when I was going to bed, I said around 11pm or so, he said ok, by the time I'm there you'll probably be asleep. UM NO I WONT. He said I love you (weird) and talk to you soon.

That soon turned into 1am at which point I was so exhausted I couldn't hold myself up anymore.  I remember wondering why did he sound so chipper as if he wanted me to believe everything was alright. And I just had a feeling that something was odd. I had a feeling what it was.

So at 1am I called him again. No answer. I tried again and he answered. I said, I thought you were coming home two hrs ago. It doesn't take that long to drive from New Iberia. What are you doing and WHERE ARE YOU?  He said he was playing some black jacks or poker or something and for some reason it didn't surprise me at all.

So I ask. Are you at a casino? Yes.
Why are you at a casino Jonathan? = I can't answer that.
I repeated the question and it was the same answer.

So I said, goodnight and hung up the phone.

I'm not sure I feel anything. But I know me and something is there and I hope it doesn't turns into rabid anger or more depression.

This is not the first time he has lied to me about going to the casino.

When we first got married, he got us in debt up to our eyes and took us years to dig out.

And here is the man, wasting our money again.

I can't even pray.

Sigh.

I don't know what to do.

I feel like I need to start thinking seirously about going back to school so I can be able to work and support myself and such if it comes to nub.

Anyway. I just wanted to get it out of me.