The Talk

Yesterday my son came and had "the talk" with me. He told me I was sick and had a disease. He said I didn't care about my family and they were all depressed because of me. He dropped the F bomb on me several times and was generally very upset with me.

Gamblers are often ambushed by the people they love with "the talk". The people who love us know just where to stick the knife and twist. They know how to hurt and shame us. They know how to blame and degrade us. Because we love them, they have the power. They use it.

I was surprised that my child didn't listen when I tried to explain to him. I was a Math teacher for 30 years and I love numbers. I love the statistic and probability of gambling. I use my own money and I pay my bills. I haven't had a check bounce in three years. (My son cannot say this) There I go getting defensive, and my blog is not to defend myself.

I'm sorry he is unhappy. I will be home when he's home so that he can't say "I never see you". That seemed to be his main complaint. I can make him feel better by doing this.

I am not going to quit gambling. I love it and it makes me happy. I am financially secure and I take care of my other responsibilities. I wish he understood me.