DO ‘GOOD DEEDS’ FOR ‘GOOD PEOPLE’…and ‘good people’ alone…

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… 


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. 



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.   

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’.


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’. 


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.


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.


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’.



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.

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. 

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????

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…’


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. 

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!


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??????????????????????????????????????


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!  

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.


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. 



17 thoughts on “DO ‘GOOD DEEDS’ FOR ‘GOOD PEOPLE’…and ‘good people’ alone…

  1. I thought I’d commented on this last night but obviously not.A screening question is needed before you agree to anymore dates. Ask the following:Are you a Scoundrel?Even if they say no, proceed with caution.


  2. Dear 'Old Tom'…that sounds a bit 'dirty' somehow…!Thank you soooooo much for your comment…except…LOL…hmmm how to put this…I don't recon the ones I meet would admit to being the atrocious mess they actually are…cause…well, nothing would ever get off the ground with anyone they meet. I don't even think they'd find a Tinder date…so that's desperate! The next potential date I have though (although I might be put off men for life at this stage)…I will ask them that question just out of interest of what actual shit they come back with!Thank you for your support. You're a star! Oh…and your Old Tom profile is 'interesting'…


  3. Good Lord, live and learn. I kissed a lot of frogs before I found the one (at almost 40)! Thought it would never happen. There are nice guys out there, I promise. Unfortunately, plenty of frogs, who seemed to flock to me in my 20's and 30's! Blahhhh


  4. 'Live and Learn'…A'men. Thank you so much for your comment, I really appreciate it. But I am mostly very pleased to hear that you found 'your one'…and you don't have to tolerate THIS kind of crap!!I don't think I could compare this one to a frog…that would be unfair on frogs…I'm thing more 'oxygen thief'. xx


  5. You captured the methods of a manipulative person perfectly. Entitled people go to any lengths to get what they want and it is exhausting. Once you are targeted it is almost impossible to say no. I am so glad you are standing your ground. Getting the message out is important. Great article.


  6. Thank you for your amazing comment…much needed at the moment. You're right about manipulative and entitled people going to any lengths to get what they want. I have to stand my ground…being walked all over is not an option.


  7. I was sure I’d commented on this one! Another great post love, seriously though, I think you need to let me screen all potential men, or at least let me punch the bad ones.Good for you though, so many women would not realise as quickly as you did about what was actually going on!


  8. Yeah, I thought you had commented too! I had another look through my 'waiting to be published' comments to see whether I'd lost yours in the sea of senseless ramblings and abuse I got for writing this particular post…but no…we're both losing the plot!You can screen and punch if you so wish! The problem is not the 'realising' part…it's the 'oh hell…how do I get rid?' That's the part that sucks the life out of you.


  9. WOW! I am happy you realized quickly! You definitely learn quickly and he definitely tried to pull fast ones on you left and right. You are one smart women!


  10. Well that's very kind of you to say…I definitely don't feel very smart. I just hope that I can help others to realise when they are being taken advantage of, that the 'taker' gives not a toss and the detriment abuse like this can cause when you persistently allow another to walk all over you. Luckily I wised up and took a stand…I want others to do likewise.


  11. Yep. It's called 'abuse' – psychological and financial – both are a thing. One person abusing another is certainly 'insane' and it's also 'unwarranted', 'unfair' and a total 'micky take'.Thank you for your comment.


  12. Relationships and men are incredibly hard work. There is also the fact that you can't help who you fall for. My husband is very complicated.. would be another long essay to explain. Well done you for saying no and getting out. Men can be very manipulative and you don't need that! look after yourself!


  13. Thank you so much for reading. Oooh! That's an interesting comment you've made about your hubby. I know you're a really good story teller…you should feature your husband in a post – bet it would be great! The worrying thing about this whole situation was that I actually wasn't really 'in' anything…certainly NOT an actual relationship with him. And I think he would be at pains for me to re-highlight that fact – although this reflects even worse on him (from a 'manipulation perspective') and me as the sucker who consistently gave in to his list of demands…until I just couldn't take anymore. Lesson learned…at least I know the signs – I hope others learn from my mistakes.


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