I'm deciding to post after hanging out as a guest for a bit. I want to tell my story which is likely similar to most on here and anyone who reads it and makes it to the end, thank you for taking the time to have an interest in this.
I'm 41, I live in the US (Kentucky) and am married to a wife I don't deserve and have 2 wonderful boys (5 and 7). I come from a family that is upper middle class or could be considered upper class perhaps (I'm not real certain what my family is worth but can only speculate based upon clues I've gathered). The bottom line is my granddad worked very hard up until he died 33 years ago (came from little but left us a lot), and my dad did the same (still living and retired).
I was introduced to the horse racing industry at a young age. This is where my first introduction to gambling occurred. My father owned horses and would give me $2 to "bet" (he had to place it for me) as a young child (10ish). If I won, I kept the winnings and if not, that was that. This went on as often as we were at the races together (a couple times a year or so).
Fast forward to when I was 17, an assistant teacher (doing work at my high school for his classes he was taking at a local college) was helping in a class of mine. He would pick NBA winners and place bets on a sheet of paper who he'd deliver later to a bookie...he did this during my class he was helping in. I got my first taste of sports betting through him when I gave him some money to place a bet for me. I lost my first bet ($10) and won my next and final bet through him ($10).
A few months later the internet was becoming more widespread and we had a computer at home that I figured out had the ability to place sports wagers. I borrowed my dad's credit card to deposit into an online betting account (what would be nasty foreshadowing of what was to take me over for the next 24 years), and paid him cash from my savings working at my after school job. He didn't pay attention to what the charge was to, I think it had some crazy bogus Chinese company name on it.
I won money when I did this and loved the feeling I got from winning. I was hooked from this moment forward and my addiction put it's first nasty grip into me. This grip has since become a chain wrapped around me.
I have gone through the cycles since that point where I'd gamble for a bit, lose a lot, run out of money, quit for a while, and once my funds were replenished...I'd rinse, wash, and repeat.
I pretty much did this for the next 13 years. Up until this point, while the gambling was hurting me, it hadn't even come close to causing the harm that it would over the next 10 years.
In late 2012 I was told by my dad that him and my granddad set up a trust for me when I was an infant. They invested in the trust wisely and it had grown quite remarkably to a nice amount. I was to get 1/3 of the money at age 30, 1/3 at age 35, and the last 3rd at age 40.
In 2012 I received the first 3rd of the trust and it was around $180,000 (USD). I blew through that gambling within a year and also was making good money at my job at that time ($150,000/YR). I lived paycheck to paycheck but always had my debts paid (I should have been very financially stable at this point in my life but wasn't).
I met my wife in 2013 and we married in 2014. She realized early on that I gambled but didn't realize quite how bad I was. I bet on sports and was glued to my phone all of the time. If we would be at a movie, I'd make excuses to go out of the movie (get a refill on my drink, use the bathroom, etc.) to check the score to my games I bet). I was never "present" and this basically occurred at all times since there is always something to bet on.
We had our first child in 2016 and in 2017 I received my next trust disbursement (this time it was $300,000 since the market had improved with what was invested).
I blew through this within a year but this time my wife was very upset. She told my sister what happened and she told my father. I'll never forget we had dinner shortly after he found out (before I knew he found out) and he was very cold towards me at the restaurant, he had a sad/disappointed look on his face and I could tell something was going on with him.
He confronted me a day or two later about knowing how I blew all that he gave me and how upset he was. He worked so hard to set up a life for his children and grandchildren to be financially stable. At this point I had a 401K loan, numerous maxed out credit cards ($40,000 or so combined), and additional loans I owed money on. He offered to pay off the credit cards and allowed me to pay him back interest free over the next year (which I did).
He asked me to stop and I believe he considers me weak for not being able to simply quit. I wish I had gotten help at that point but unfortunately I didn't.
Over the next couple years my dad set up a college fund for my two boys and a trust for them. The college fund had (I gambled this away) $50,000 in each of the accounts ($100,000 total). Thank Jesus I can't access the trust accounts for my boys and withdraw from them (I disgracefully attempted to but the financial institution where these funds are won't let me).
I received my last 3rd of the trust account for me in 2022, this time due to great market conditions I received $930,000. My dad asked my wife to keep an eye on this and to take total control over it. We were to use the income from interest/dividends to give us an extra $50,000/year and not to ever touch the core account.
I promised my wife and father I would never gamble again back in 2017 after my father had bailed me out. I began to sneak behind my wife's back and gamble heavily (typically $2,000 to $6,000 a day in deposits that often resulted in immediate losses). My wife began to see the $930,000 starting to drop like a rock and I blamed it on the market taking a hit (she rarely looked at the transaction history).
The house I live in with my family was bought in 2021. My dad offered to finance the home for us since he could give us an incredibly low interest rate (under 1%). I paid my dad the mortgage payment for the $335,000 we owed on our home which is worth around $500,000).
Earlier this year (January) my work slowed down incredibly and finances began to get very tight. I still had $400,000 in the trust account but my dad (who knew my work was getting slow) forgave our mortgage completely. We now owned our home free and clear (I am very blessed).
I went through the remaining $400,000 and now the account sits at $19,000. Oh I also racked up tons of credit card debt and took a mortgage out in April for $160,000. I gambled more and more and had to take a 2nd mortgage out a couple months ago for $110,000.
Now work has slowed to a crawl, I have lost everything, I have two mortgages when I should have no mortgages, and I am at rock bottom.
I need help, I do not know what to do. I am going to go to GA starting on Thursday (Zoom meetings are my only option, the closest meeting is 2 hrs away).
My wife is in depression and I know I have caused this. I have cried and begged God to help me so many times over the last few yrs and especially a lot more often over the last few months. I go through stretches where I am gamble free for a short bit (a few days) and dive right back into it. I can't afford to make my payments much longer on the debt I have racked up. I looked into suicide and having my family get the life insurance to get them on their feet for what I have done but I decided that would do so much more harm than good.
I have finally realized (after 23 years of pointless activity) that I have a major problem. I am going to get help, and for once (maybe because I'm at rock bottom), I don't have the desire to gamble (at least right now and haven't for a few days).
The Lord has allowed me to keep my family together, my wife is not going to leave me even though I deserve her to do that. I need help to get my head on straight and GA is Thursday night which I will attend.
My other major problem is the financial hole I dug. My dad could help out but I am very hesitant to let him know what I have done. If work doesn't pick back up soon I may have to or else I'll have to sell my house and either rent for a while or downsize to a home I can afford at this time (we already don't have enough room for the 4 of us in the home we are in).
I would appreciate input for anyone even though I completely do not deserve any type of sympathy or help for this matter. I really deserve to rot away. I hate myself so much.