The last week has been draining A.F. I feel like I’m coming down with something. A migraine? Head flu? An aneurysm?…Perhaps I am…or perhaps I’m just totally rung
out like the rag I look….at least I’m having my hair done soon so that the rag
I do look will be covered up by a freshly bleached mop.
I feel like I’ve been bleached into oblivion. Who am I today? Do I not matter? Have I been put on this earth to be walked
all over? How did one misjudged, misplaced ‘good
deed’ lead to all THIS? Am I mean? Am I just being nasty? What am I? Who am I?
My intention was to write about something else…but I’m
pre-occupied with THIS…
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‘THIS’
IS WHAT I MEAN BY ‘THIS’
Now I know that I go on…and on….and on….and on….about
entitled people…but one of the cheekiest I have ever known or known of or heard
of has come back. I don’t mean I’ve
taken him back (as if). I don’t mean
I’ve met with him (no ta). I don’t mean
I’ve even spoken to him (don’t have his number). What I mean is that he has made his
‘presence’ felt. It’s taken him fifteen-ish
social media messages to mess with my equilibrium. How does he do it? I don’t even like him anymore – haven’t done
so for years yet he’s gone 'full throttle entitlement' for the first time in 18
months!
I’ve previously drawn inspiration from his antics HERE - he’s been my little entitled-muse. I have so many instances that I could tell you
about when he has pushed me to my limits.
I think he can’t shock me anymore with his sheer entitled-ness but he
always does. He always sinks to an even
lower-low, though he may very well have surpassed himself during the last few
days.
So this post is written really as a 'warning' because despite
being able to ‘recognise’ that he is indeed very entitled whilst I am acutely ‘aware’
of his tactics and ‘strong’ enough to resist… these tactics STILL get into my
head and make me question myself.
Manipulation tactics and people like THIS get under your
skin ever so quickly and with seamless ability.
It’s an art form. They are ‘manipulation
tactic experts’ and you have to become an ‘avoidance tactic expert’, otherwise
you’ll be toast and penniless.
My message is ‘BE READY FOR THESE TYPES OF VERY DANGEROUS
PEOPLE AND GIVE THEM WHAT THEY DESERVE AND NOT WHAT THEY WANT’. What they WANT is the WORLD when what they DESERVE is NOTHING.
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A BIT
OF BACKGROUND
In the beginning he was lovely. Happy-go-lucky, cheeky-chappy, funny, laidback
– I THOUGHT…and I had my confidence intact. I felt ‘happy’ and all that…I was in a
good place…I wasn’t feeling ‘unworthy’ or ‘willing to settle’ and there was not
a hint of ‘take advantage HERE’ tattooed on my head...
Now I’m trying to think of the first thing he outright asked
me for or the first time he expected something…and it was to share my
wine! No biggie right? But my wine wasn’t good enough. So that was criticised. He doesn’t drink £5.50 bottles of wine don’t
you know…he prefers £12.00 to £18.00 bottles of wine as standard. Me too…as a once a year treat – but not to nonchalantly guzzle like pop whilst having a box-set binge and gobbling down takeaway.
So HE asked ME for £15.00 so he could pop on down to the
shop and get what he deemed to be ‘an at least semi-decent bottle of red’. I laughed this off…I thought he was
joking...I don't even drink 'red'...but as long as he's got his needs filled, right?!
We had a bit of a
stand-off. He was actually serious. But I wasn’t that stupid (YET) – I told him
he could share what I had or otherwise use the tap in the kitchen to try and
turn water into the wine he so craved.
Suddenly the £5.50 bottle of white I had in my fridge became ‘good enough’ he ‘supposed’. He did keep muttering ‘vinegar’…so I got him
some and lavishly splashed it over his chips.
There were LOADS of little bits of this kind of behaviour
going on which I ignored and shouldn’t have – like I paid for EVERY.THING
(never again) – my fault, my bad, I allowed this, I’ll take it on the chin. An unwritten rule was apparently in force; drinks, food, the odd scratch-card, his lottery ticket and that were my responsibility.
Then the text-bomb, which I’ve told you about HERE when he called things off because he still had feelings for a married, preggers work
colleague and it emerged as well that he’d kissed her only the night
before. Bleurgh. And as you may recall, I replied by wishing
him all the best and hoped it worked out for them both.
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THE
COMEBACK KID
So that was it for a few weeks ‘til he re-contacted me
asking for ‘favours’. Those were
initially declined until he lied that he felt he had made a mistake and did
want us to give things another try, a proper try…maybe…
…so though I was still honestly very, very, very reluctant
about him and giving him another go…he got his favours and he fucked off
again…should have seen that coming, but anyway…that’s in the past when idiotic-ness
overcame me BUT that was the very last of those type of favours he ever got
from me…we’re going back quite a few years now too - this wouldn't have happened today! He met somebody else and that was fine…cause
I realised I had actually got ‘The ‘ick’ on him after the whole married,
preggers thing…and there’s no going back from ‘The ‘ick’.
THE
PATTERN
Sometime later, when he and the new one parted ways…he
contacted me again. See the pattern
here?!
We met up and I 200% knew that I
did not feel any kind of attraction towards him. We had a laugh and a few nice times (at my
expense) just chilling, but romantically nahhhh. To be honest, I just enjoyed his friendship… occasionally…and
for very short periods of time. I
suppose I enjoyed an occasional short catch-up with him over drinks in a public
place, if we’re breaking shit down. Or
perhaps it was the drinks in the public place part that interested me….he could
have been anybody as long as they were liberally minded and anti-Brexit.
He’s a person with no responsibilities. No wife, no ex-wife, no children, no car, no
mortgage, no rent, no utility bills and no inclination to go to work. He was working…but he had no inclination to
do so. So there was plenty of taking the
piss sick-leave going on – for long, perhaps ‘prolonged’ periods – but luckily
for him the company he works for appear ‘staff orientated’ and take a softly-softly
approach to ‘ill-health’.
THE
DEBT
Debt though – oh yes, somehow(?) there was plenty of
that. And the bailiffs were now
involved…the imminent overdue debts combined were in the region of £350.00. I mean that’s 'an amount', but for a person with
no responsibilities and a half decent job that can afford to smoke, drink,
enjoy a bet and expensive days out with mates, with a little bit of sacrifice £350.00
is no amount at all. But he is in panic mode, because the bailiffs are going to
be knocking on the door of his parents’ house imminently and most probably
seizing goods.
He can’t pay – they’re
gonna take it away. His parents can’t
pay – they’re in Montego Bay. There’s
one sucker left – who’ll end up bereft….because I’m about to take
over parenting responsibilities of their grown ass son whilst they are sunning
it up, otherwise their television is a gone-a for starters.
THE
FAVOUR
Not realising the full extent of his entitled-self and mainly feeling
very sorry for his lovely, out-of-the-loop, retired parents and thinking how
I’d feel if I’d dropped my own in this type of ‘predicament’, (he pushed all of my
sympathy buttons until) I offered to pay the amount owing providing he made all
attempts to pay me back within 3 months (which shouldn’t be too hard, right,
given his particular circumstances?) but definitely within 6 months as I wanted
to use the funds to partially cover something I had been saving up for over the
last few months.
I drew up a little contract which he reluctantly signed…he
said ‘…but
if I can’t pay this back it means that you could take me to small claims
court…’ whilst I handed him a pen.
Errr, yeah, that’s the point you idiot...on the dotted line perrrrrleasse...and an alternate proof of your signature kind sir, so I know you ain't trying to fiddle shit.
Contract drafted and signed, money paid, bailiffs
happy. Him ecstatic, so off to the pub
to celebrate with his mates! Me 350.00
odd quid lighter and going deaf…because I swear to god I never heard a ‘thank
you’.
But honestly, this is not how I live. This is not my life - which is why I was so anal? ...no sensible... about drawing up a Contract and verifying his signature. I don’t depend upon anybody to loan me money
and my friends are the same. And if I
had loaned money to any of my friends they wouldn’t be accepting £350.00 to
immediately dismiss me so that they can jolly on off to the pub to celebrate
financial liberation with their other mates.
So this is new to me…I’m working on the assumption that
everybody pays their way in life…and after all, I had made a grand gesture and
got him out of crap that his parents would never need to be troubled about…so
surely he wouldn’t be a dick.
THE
AFTERMATH
LOL…this gesture opened the floodgates.
Every day thereafter, by text…THIS…
...can I borrow? Can
you add it on to what I owe you? Just
amend the contract. It’s only twenty
quid. It’s only five quid. But I need… But I want… You’ve just been
paid… I know you’ve got it… I’ve asked everybody I know… You’re the only one
who can help… I’ll pay you back… I’ll pay you double… I need help… You’ve got
money left over the month so lend it me… Why should you have money when I
don’t… You’re so selfish… Give me one good reason why you can’t help me; yeah,
you can’t can you? Who else can I
ask?...
Initially, I thought, well yeah, it is only a tenner, it is
only another twenty…but that adds up bloody quick when you are being asked
every day/every other day.
I started to dread my phone pinging cause I knew it would be
another transfer of funds request. Oh,
and the request was generally to cover booze, meals out, bets and fags. Cause he had a roof over his head, paid for,
clothing on his back, paid for and food in his mouth, paid for. It wasn’t like he had kids that needed
feeding and clothing or that he would otherwise have been on the streets…not
that that would have been my responsibility btw.
But my point is that the money was for him to just flitter
away on his luxury items, whereas I’m then necessarily budgeting because of him
so that I can pay actual important stuff…like my mortgage and my council tax
whilst depriving my own self of a bit of luxury.
I felt like I’d suddenly given birth without
being pregnant to the most demanding, self-centred, now-now-now-want-want-want, BRAT I’d ever had the misfortune of meeting. If any child of mine acted like him I'd have left them on the doorstep of Social Services and fucked off for good. I felt like a single parent having to meet this oversized brat's every demand ALONE and without
any prior experience of parenting.
So this is the situation…
·
We aren’t together.
·
I’m not attracted to him anymore and in any case would never consider being with him again in any capacity.
·
I had him labelled as ‘an ex’ and ‘an acquaintance’.
·
We hardly met up.
·
We never speak over the telephone.
·
He only messages to scab money.
·
He feels very ok with the fact that I have paid
off the bailiffs.
·
He feels even more ok to text me for more, more,
more and more transfers into his bank account to cover the cost of what I deem
to be ‘luxury items’.
DON’T
KID YOURSELF…IF YOU ARE BEING TREATED LIKE 'THIS' YOU ARE A VICTIM OF ‘FINANCIAL
ABUSE’
Very quickly, maybe three transactions in, so over a period
of 5-ish days, I was like…’nah, I’m not doing this’, which is
when the real ‘financial abuse’ started.
I have a friend…no, really, I do! She’s a psychotherapist. She had recognised the signs of this
‘financial abuse’ thingie IMMEDIATELY because of the ‘manner’ in which he asked
for money and the ‘expectation’ he exhibited that I ‘would’ help and ‘should’
help....and well, it was blatantly obvious really that this was the case - objectively speaking you don't need ten solid years of training to identify that!
She said clear as anything ‘mate, you’re being financially
abused here…’. I didn’t want to believe
her. I actually thought she’d made the
term up! ‘No’ I snapped, ‘I’m
being a mate…helping a mate out…he’s signed a contract’. And trying to balance being primarily my
‘friend’ and professionally a ‘psychotherapist’ she didn’t say anymore…I had to
figure it out for myself.
When I said ‘no’ to his fourth request for yet more money he
hounded me by text ALLLL DAY until I gave in.
He started off with begging. Then he was all ‘fair
enough, if you’re hard up for twenty quid, I suppose I understand’. Then he’d send me photos of loose change that
he’d foraged around for with comments such as ‘just another £16.37 to find’.
And a picture of his hand down the back of his father's favourite chair captioned ‘Nope…nothing there…’. Then we’d get on to ‘oh my god…I think I’m going to
die. I’m having an acute anxiety
attack…I need fags…please, please help me’.
He honestly just drained me.
At work, stressed out and having to deal with this manipulative shit
essentially for £16.37. I got to feeling
that £16.37 was worth it to get him off my back for the rest of the day. He made me feel as though his requests were
perfectly rational and that I was the unreasonable one for saying no, y’know,
whilst I was at work and he was off ‘sick’…messaging me his list of demands.
·
THE
CYCLE
And the next time and the next time, he was slowly wearing
me down so that I’d initially put up a fight, but I'd back down quicker and quicker
each time because the manipulation was getting worse…‘I’ll die if I don’t have money
for a drink…haven’t you heard of alcohol withdrawal causing seizures and death
– it’ll be on your conscience – all for twenty quid’ – I couldn’t
handle the guilt trips, the name calling and the constant stream of pleading,
demanding, abusive cycle of text messages on top of work, paying my own bills
and the general stresses of life, so it was easier just to give in…I knew he
was going to get his way in the end so why go through the systematic trauma?
I couldn’t block him because I’d never see a penny back from
him. So I suppose I was becoming more
and more invested – it’s not dissimilar to getting hooked on gambling I suppose. Once you get in so far you have to continue
in order to recoup your loss and the debt gets bigger and bigger and the way
out of what has become a rut just gets more and more impossible.
·
A ‘LITTLE
SITUATION’ I SHOULD NOT HAVE IGNORED
Just before the bailiffs thing, y’know, the ‘good deed’…I
went to collect him from his (parents’) house(!!) to take him to the train
station(!!). He was visiting friends in Edinburgh
(100s of miles away from us) for a long weekend! Lucky him hey! As we were leaving, he said goodbye to his
sister. I couldn’t actually see her…he
poked his head round the door of the room where she was sitting…but I heard the
exchange.
He said ‘I’m off to Scotland now…are you doing
anything good this weekend…?’, she answered REALLY sharp like ‘No.
I. Am. NOT. GOING. OUT. THIS. WEEKEND.
I DO NOT HAVE the money. To. Be. Going. Out. This weekend, because you ‘borrowed’
what I’d put aside and haven’t. paid. IT. BACK. YET – so my plans are now
CANCELLED’. The atmosphere was
just hostile with a capital ‘H’ – cut the atmosphere with a knife type shit. He couldn’t have felt it though cause he just
replied…LOL…he actually said THIS all breezy and light ‘Oh, OK! Have a good weekend IN then. See you Tuesday’.
I mean how cheeeeeeeeeeky is that?!
It was like her necessarily having to stay in had absolutely
nothing to do with him – that was her own fault, she should have budgeted
better, stoopid girl!
I thought he’d at least acknowledge the debt…or say
something like… ‘You’re right, I shouldn’t be going to Scotland given that I owe you
money…’ or even just give a nod to the fact that it was undeniably
shit that he was train-ing it 100s of miles away to party with a least a
proportion of her money. He just didn’t
seem to take the hint….
AND, I think I’ve cracked the recipe…I’ll share…
The Recipe for Entitlement
1)
Set aside one ‘fully grown-ass man’.
2)
Measure out 50 ounces of ‘quick-thinking
manipulation’.
3)
Combine with 3 giant scoops of 'laziness'.
4) Add 500 grams of ‘thick-skin’.
5)
Mix with 500 millilitres of ‘couldn’t give a shit’.
6)
Fold in 10 good old pinches of ‘I’m alright Jack’.
7)
Season well with ‘not my fault’ and ‘the world
owes me’.
8)
Pour into the orifices of the ‘fully grown-ass
man’ you set aside earlier....wait for it to want something.
COOK'S NOTE: Rises quickly and causes whirlwind sensation, Gin by the litre is the perfect accompaniment...if you can't stomach meths.
·
THE
ONGOING PERILS OF DOING A GOOD DEED FOR THE ENTITLED
Within 3-4 weeks following payment to the bailiffs he’d
managed to almost double the amount he owed me.
His next salary should have been used to pay me back or at least in-part,
which is what I’d been led to believe.
Only…nope…nothing. I let him off. I didn’t want to embarrass HIM, can you
believe, by chasing him up.
The following month I overcame 'his' embarrassment with a gentle reminder…but
he couldn’t afford more than £40.00 he tells me because he’s travelling to
Cardiff to watch the England v Wales rugby match and with travel, drinks,
accommodation, tickets…it’ll leave him short for the rest of the month. Because that’s my problem apparently?
The following month £30.00 with another excuse…and the next
£30.00 and an even crapper excuse…and the next £30.00 and then the next, his
payday comes, passes and nothing. I let a
further four days pass and I sent him ONE polite reminder message. His reply ‘I only got paid fucking seven
days ago, give me a chance, are you that desperate for money?’ Two days later £10.00!
The following month, nothing.
I sent him ONE polite reminder message. His reply ‘I’m blocking you now…I’m sure
you’ll understand why’. So this
is where my mind-set went ‘either I crazy or he crazy…or we both
crazy’. I contemplated what to
do. And it was THEN, in that moment that
I decided I wasn’t going to let this drop.
I was going to make sure he paid the lot back…every penny. I messaged his sister ONCE since I couldn’t
contact him directly. I was very polite
and just made her aware of the ‘situation’ and asked if she could ‘talk some
sense into him’. I didn’t get a reply from
her and I understand the probable reasons for this, but I know she’d read
it.
A week or so later I heard through the grapevine that he has
a new girlfriend and they’re in Dublin, which is EXPENSIVE! And that’s fine, but to be living it up in
Ireland and all that when he has debts to pay a person he’s now unjustifiably
blocked (THAT’s ME) just pissed me off….cause I can’t afford fucking Dublin on
a whim!
The message to his sister did however prompt him to
cooperate a little, and he did eventually (after he and his new girlfriend
parted ways) unblock me…but just over £600.00 took him 18 months to pay
back. That works out at £33.00 per month
give or take. Full-time well-paid job,
no mortgage, no wife, no kids, no car, no household bills, no responsibilities…£33.00
per month????
·
THE
UP-TO-DATE POSITION
OK, so this brings you up-to-date with mid-last week. What was to be his final payment (of a
piffling £10.00 that I was NOT going to be letting him off with) had been
overdue for two weeks (i.e. since payday). I sent ONE polite
chaser message. I’m told, ‘…yeah,
I’ll get that to you in a few days…’.
Later that same day I get a message a bit like this…‘Remind
me how much I owe you again…’
Me…ROLLING MY EYES IN FRUSTRATED-COOPERATION: ‘£10.00’.
Him: ‘I’ll
give you £20.00 on top of what I owe you in exchange for you doing hardly
anything for me at all actually’.
My reply: ‘I
don’t want it…please just transfer what you owe me’.
Him: ‘Let’s
make it £50.00 and you hardly have to do anything’.
I reply: ‘I
don’t want £50.00, £100.00, £1,000.00, £1,000,000.00…I just want what you owe
me and not a penny more’.
The reminder: ‘I’ll
give you £50.00 plus what I owe you, for doing as I say nothing really. I just need you to act as guarantor on a
loan’.
So I fell over, choked, picked myself up off the floor and
poured a gin. 10:00am isn’t too early
for gin is it?…For the shock, like? To quell the excessive shaking?
I have two main big problems. The problems are how he worded his request and the actual request.
·
MY TWO
MAIN BIG PROBLEMS
Firstly, don’t fucking tell me what is and what is not ‘well,
nothing really’…I’LL be the judge of THAT.
And secondly…hell, secondly, where to start…? Being a guarantor for ANY.BODY is such a
horrific idea. Truly horrific. The reality of the situation is THIS:
- ·
You’ve got no control over the debt/the terms of
the loan BECAUSE that’s been negotiated for you by the ‘no-financial-sense-don’t-care-if-he-defaults' Borrower and the ‘I’m-a-gonna-get-all-the-money-you-owe-me-and-more-from-that-solvent-Guarantor' Lender who sure as hell knows the Borrower ain't going to be doing the repaying.
- ·
You’re in debt for a debt you don’t need
- ·
You’re liable for a debt that you don’t even
want.
- ·
It’s a guarantee that the interest rate is going
to be astronomical.
- ·
The debt is not benefiting you or enhancing
your life.
- ·
You are at the mercy of the Borrower.
- ·
You are at the mercy of the Lender.
- ·
You are a sacrificial lamb…start baaaa-ing as though you are on the way to the slaughter house.
- Oh, and you’re going to get shafted at some
point by both Lender and Borrower intermittently, concurrently and repeatedly.
Other than giving you palpitations every month and all through the month worrying
whether the 'no incentive' borrower is actually going to be
arsed to pay or actually minded to default…how is this going to enhance your
life and mental health in ANY.WAY?? Life's hard enough!
This
debt is essentially going to be your ball and chain for god knows how long, with 200% interest to boot with no come
back on the damn borrower if they decide they don’t feel like paying anymore
and you can’t get hold of them because they’ve had the audacity to block you. Money can ruin the strongest of relationships. Imagine what can happen where the parties concerned have no actual respect for the other!
·
THE
CONTRACT TO OVERRIDE THE CONTRACT
So then he tried to tell me, oh god…he did…he then tried to
tell me that I can WRITE UP A CONTRACT which he will gladly sign to override
the Guarantor Loan Company Contract so that 'IF' (a’hem, clearly ‘WHEN’) he
defaults I won’t be liable.
SO NOW I HAVE NO WORDS…just coughs, splutters and
WT-in-the-strongest-of-term-F-s?
Can you imagine THAT conversation with the Loan Company:
‘Yes
Mr Loan Company…I am the Guarantor of your zero credit rated client…the
interest rate is 250%...yeah, ok…and he’s defaulted on his first payment has he,
shock…so you’re saying I owe HOW MUCH?
Aaaahhh,
but Mr Loan Company your client and I drew up a little Contract of our own that
overrides your pesky Contract. Here it is
written on a scrappy piece of paper that was lying in the bottom of my
handbag…yeah…it has been signed by us both – and oh look, we even dated it…and
it says, in essence, that in the very unlikely event(!!!) that this financially
useless borrower defaults, ‘I will not be liable to your Company in my capacity
of a non-Guarantor-Guarantor’.
Ain’t
we smart – got one over on you didn’t we.
So you can go back to your client …don’t trouble me…the debt is back
over to him…second thoughts…I don’t actually think HE as the ‘borrower’ or I as
the ‘Guarantor’ are now liable to pay you shit, given our little Contract…so how 'bout you write off the ‘amount
due’ and learn this lesson...‘borrowers with a zero credit rating’ and ‘Guarantors
who are stupid enough to help such arseholes out’ are smarter than you think’.
I mean??????????????????????????????????????
· SCRAP
THE PLAN
So up until THAT point my actual plan was to teach him a
lesson and squeeze every penny ‘he owed me’ out of him. That plan was scrapped, forgotten, thrown to
the dogs. He could keep the outstanding
£10.00. He could keep his ‘dangling
carrot’ and he could fuck off.
I ignored him.
Silence was met with several more messages with the full
cycle…bribing, begging, coercing, manipulating, cursing, pleading and onwards
and so forth. I don’t know what he wants
the loan for, I don’t care. I don’t want
to know the details I am hell not interested – I want no part in any of this or
the rest of his life for that matter and I certainly don’t want to be tied to
somebody I am systematically abused by, for at least
another 2-3 years AT BEST.
I replied to his penultimate message [where he might have
been insinuating that he was going to kill himself…it was a bit open to
interpretation…which is manipulation at its best btw] with ‘I will not guarantee anything
for you’. And I got a final ‘I should
know by now that I can’t rely on you for even the smallest of things’
type response.
Two days later £10.00 arrived in my account…but rather than
being relieved…relieved that this is over, relieved that he’s finally paid the
initial debt back 12-15 months later than he should have, I’m thinking… ‘Shit…this
is not the end…this is the first part of his round 2 plot to bleed money out of
me’. I can picture it now.
My phone pings… ‘Can you sign the papers?’ Ping ‘…look, I’ve paid you back everything I owed’,
Ping ‘…I’ve
paid you all that I owed you’, Ping ‘you owe me’ Ping ‘I
never owed you what you said I did…’ Ping ‘I overpaid you and you know it…’
oh, and a repeat of one of the best he came out with PING. PING. PING ‘…you
only help me out when you want something’.
So now I almost wish he still owed me the final £10.00, but
he’s smarter than that. He is smart
where wangling things out of another person is concerned – cause he’s been
pulling this shit his whole life!
But now I’m dreading my phone pinging, dreading him getting
hold of me. Dreading the further
manipulation and abuse. As soon as I
realised that final £10.00 had reached my account he was BLOCKED. A good sound blocking had always been my
intention just as soon as the debt was recovered IN FULL. I don’t have his mobile number our only
contact has been through Social Media and whilst as I said he’s now blocked there,
he still has my phone number…and he knows where I live and he could definitely,
easily find out where I work. Just how
much does he need this loan?…is the question I will never put to him but really
need to know the answer to!
· WHAT I'D LIKE IN EXCHANGE FOR WRITING THIS POST
I’m not asking for advice here. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m not asking for anything from any of you. Today, I’m not even asking for a comment (although
you are very welcome to do so if you want and especially if you are struggling
with this type of manipulation etc) – I just want you to share this and I want
this to be shared to warn others about entitlement and how entitled people can
really mess with your head and potentially your life, especially when you
can’t/don’t say ‘NO’ RIGHT FROM THE START.
Can you imagine the mess I’d be in if I actually had
feelings for this specimen….if I was all sappy in love with him…wanting to
believe his lies, his manipulation and happy to do, do, do and help, help,
help. I’d be bankrupt by now,
heartbroken and as useful to mankind as wasps are in Summer and he wouldn’t
give a shit. That’s the honest truth of
the matter. He’d just move on and find
his next saft victim.
Please everybody, be cautious if you recognise any ‘entitled
traits’ within any relationship you may be contemplating or are in because once
these fuckers latch on to you it can take years to get rid of them…literally
YEARS. If I’d agreed to this Guarantor
shit, I’d be tying myself up with his mess for a further, second prolonged
period of time. He should have been out
my life six weeks after I initially met him which is 5 years ago and counting! Do yourself a favour and don’t entertain these
types right from the start. Recognise
the signs and opt out.
STAND
FIRM AND DON’T BE GUILTED INTO ANYTHING
Because since he made this fucking shit as hell request of
me, a person he really has no regard or respect for, I’ve been anxious. I’ve felt guilty for not helping. I have the means…I could lend him the
£1,000.00 he wants and it would save him the 200% interest rate he wants (me)
to buy into…But I’m saying ‘NO’…because of his previous form. He can’t be relied on, I’ve had to chase him
every month whilst trying not to lose my shit, he never keeps me informed if he
can’t pay or if payment will be late, or if he’s amending the amount he can pay. Plus, I don’t want him in my life. I’m not a bailiff or a loan shark. It is not my job to go chasing lazy ass men
around for money they owe me or a loan company.
I’ve never been in this position before. If I’m asked for help and I have the means,
I’ll help…always. But I’m used to only
being approached for help from well-meaning people! People I class as actual friends and people I
respect get my help…nobody else does. I
feel awful standing my ground in this instance yet I have absolutely no reason to
feel awful. He’s shouldn’t be putting
any of this on me. He should feel bad
for asking and he should feel terrible about his conduct too. He should feel too bloody embarrassed to ask
me for something so small as my last Rolo…which he also wouldn’t get.
So my entire thought process is ridiculous, but
unfortunately I can’t change who I am.
That doesn’t mean to say he’s getting a penny out of me. It doesn’t mean he can convince me to change
my mind. Hell no. But that doesn’t stop the irrational feelings
of guilt that’s going on right now and the very rational thoughts of what round
2 is going to look like. For it is my
fear that once this type of person has entered your life they will always find
a way to push their luck should they need something. And when they come back and when you say ‘no’…that’s
when the trauma starts…cause they mistake ‘no’ for ‘let’s turn that inconvenient
little ‘negative’ into a bloody great big yes’…and you then are ‘FAIR
GAME’, disposable-‘PREY’…so if you are in the situation....well, stand strong and I feel your pain.
Please share if you or anybody you know is battling with an entitled...it might give them the strength they need to stick two fingers up and block. Comment if you like too, of course.
TOUGH LOVE.EVERY.STEP.OF.THE.WAY