Last week, my partner (34M) of 10 years told me (30F) that he has a serious gambling addiction and kept it a secret for almost 2 years. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I genuinely did not see it coming.
At first, I think I was mostly in shock and needed a few hours to even process what he had told me. Then it completely devastated me.
He had first struggled with gambling about three years ago, and at the time, I encouraged him to see a therapist who specialized in addiction before things got worse. It wasnāt huge at that time, but definitely saw some red flag enough to tell him to consult, which he did and started seeing a therapist, so I thought he was working on the problem, but he was probably avoiding the subject all this time. But he stopped gambling when he saw me crying when I first discovered, at that time.
This time, things have gotten much worse. He is now heavily in debt (-30,000$).
Thankfully, his debt doesnāt directly affect me financially because we donāt own anything together and have always kept our finances very independent. But emotionally, this has affected me more than I could have imagined.
When he first told me, I almost felt like I didnāt recognize him. I couldnāt reconcile the person I have known and loved for ten years with the person I was suddenly imagining living this secret life. I hadnāt been worried because, as far as I knew, he was seeing a therapist and dealing with his issues. In my mind, everything was okay.
Now that I know the truth, Iāve spent the past week overthinking and questioning everything. Iām looking back at the last few years, and suddenly so many things seem to make sense.
There have been other addiction-related issues in the past. Years ago, he struggled with cocaine. He eventually stopped on his own after I told him I would leave if he used again. His relationship with alcohol has also always been somewhat problematic. Looking back now, I canāt help but wonder whether he has been moving from one addiction to another as a coping mechanism all these years.
Some days, I can look at the situation rationally. I understand that his addiction isnāt about me, that this is his battle and his responsibility.
Other days, my negative thoughts completely take over. I feel guilty. I wonder how I didnāt see it. I wonder whether I failed him somehow. For the past couple of years, there was this little voice in the back of my mind telling me that something wasnāt right, and I kept trying to silence it. Now I realize that maybe I was picking up on something all along.
At the same time, I know I couldnāt have known what he wasnāt telling me.
And I think one of the hardest parts for me isnāt even the gambling itself. Itās the lying and hiding. That has hurt me tremendously. I suddenly donāt feel emotionally safe in the same way I did before. I have the impression that he can lie to me at any time.
Since finding out, Iāve been struggling to sleep. I wasnāt able to work this week. It has also reopened some old wounds because addiction has affected several people in my family, so Iāve witnessed what addiction can do in some ways.
Because of my family background and a traumatic childhood, I always thought that I would be the one who would end up the most āmessed upā later in life. That I would be the one more prone to developing an addiction. This situation is making me realize how much more complicated trauma, coping mechanisms and addictions really are, and that what we experience growing up doesnāt simply determine the adults we become.
There is one very positive part to all of this: he has acknowledged that he has a problem.
He told me. He told his family, his therapist, his friends and his employer. He has already reached out to an addiction counsellor and is taking steps toward entering treatment. Iām genuinely proud of him for finally admitting how serious this has become and for asking for help. I know that isnāt easy.
But even though those steps give me hope, they donāt erase what Iām feeling right now.
Iām experiencing such a strange mix of emotions: disappointment, anger, frustration, pride, gratitude, sadness, guilt, emotional insecurity and an overwhelming amount of stress.
Iām trying to understand how to support someone I love through recovery without losing myself in the process. Iām also trying to figure out how you rebuild trust after realizing that such a significant part of your partnerās life was being hidden from you.
For those of you who have been the partner of someone struggling with gambling: what helped you get through the early days after finding out?
How did you deal with the overthinking and the loss of trust?
And if you stayed in the relationship, what helped you eventually feel emotionally safe again?
I would really appreciate hearing from you guys who have been on either side of this. Right now, I think I mostly need to know that what Iām feeling is normal and hear from people who understand what this is like.
Thank you (and sorry for this huge text),