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Bianca's story

Enough is enough. My husband has been gambling for as long as he’s been legally allowed (18). Before we got together, before he had any real responsibilities.

I never understood (and still don’t) the addiction to gambling or the thrill of it. I cringe at the thought of putting my money into a machine.

Over the years my husband’s gambling has been up and down. At times I believe him when he says ‘I promise I won’t do this again’. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s said this to me. The lies, the lost money, the betrayal has worn me down.

I’ve done all that I can, cut bank cards up, moved money out of his account to my personal one. Changed passwords. Hidden my wallet and bank card. He will not stop.

He had a successful business, he requested cash payments to feed his addiction and so I wouldn’t see the outgoing money. We lost the business last year.

He’s had some big wins at the pokies, one being $10,000 – at this time we were behind on mortgage repayments, bills etc. I was relieved to fix these stressful debts with that money. From Thursday to Monday he secretly gambled the whole amount. I didn’t pay a single thing. He left $16. From $10,000.

Due to his severe gambling we got far behind on everything. We sold our house to pay off debts. Our cars were repossessed. We were renting and couldn’t pay that and moved in with my parents start of this year.

We have 2 young children.

When I think he’s done with gambling and I start to trust him (very slightly) he ruins it. Draining my account or borrowing money behind my back to gamble then making up excuses as to why he’s in debt to so many people.

The pokies and his addiction are crushing me. Finances are always stressful, we start to make progress and in an instant we are back to having nothing.

I’ve cried, I’ve yelled, I’ve done everything I can. I don’t know what to do anymore.

I ask him to go to the supermarket for necessities. An hour later he returns empty handed and remorsful. ‘I had a good feeling, I’m sorry’ (this has happened many times).

I’m exhausted. I’m stressed. I’ve had enough. Why can’t he stop? Why won’t he get help?