Heads Up For New Fans of DoubleThickCustard Because My Inbox Is Alive Again Somehow And I’m Pretty Over It
- I was his partner on all of his webcomics and he screwed me out of every penny of our earnings. I’m grateful for the support we received on the projects, but be aware that showing up in my inbox asking about him devalues the fact that I created over 70% of the entire plot and worldbuilding. “Galdranorn And The Fury” and “Two Kings” were staged in a universe I had spent several years developing before we’d ever met. I never made a dime and had to live off of wired cash from my mother when I was living with him or else I would’ve starved. He did not believe I deserved a share and “held onto the money for me” while not even permitting me access to our jointly-held patreon.
-I know you like the webcomic platform but it’s been many years since we split and I’ve gotten many messages since then strictly with interest in him and not in my writing, which I was continuing to produce on my own patreon until I gave the fuck up. I was active and publishing until relatively recently when it became clear to me that fan loyalty was dedicated more to him as the artist than me as the writer that was over his shoulder every step of the way with character design, setting, backgrounds, and lore.
-Thanks for the repeated questions about what happened to him and further demonstrating the reason for my growing apathy for publishing anything in written-word form whatsoever. Enjoy your visual media because I’m sick of trying to compete with an abusive drug addict that flipped his shit and gave up painting altogether after I left the project due to his abuse over 7 years ago and hasn’t been active on social media since. You’re worshiping the ghost of someone who exploited my work with the knowledge that it’s more difficult for a writer to be published and seen vs. a visual artist.
- He developed a severe opioid addiction during the last months of our “Two Kings” project and more of earnings from our fans and subs went toward his codeine addiction. He used me and our roommate as mules to get his fixes.
- I lived with the guy for over a year and he was abusive and unstable as shit and nearly gave me a concussion by throwing a ceramic coffee mug with full-force at me.
- He threw screaming fits and tantrums because I refused to work for 15 hours a day, every day, with no days off, for free. I do not have the mental or physical stamina to work that long without burning out and melting down into panic attacks that would make me vomit for days. He was aware of this. I was later diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder and Complex PTSD by my existing psychiatrist and therapist. The stress from living, working, and being in a relationship with him caused me to black out and dissociate from large chunks of time when I wasn’t having panic attacks.
-He banned me from writing or RPing with any other writers/authors because he believed it was cheating on our relationship. I am not making this up. I had several nervous breakdowns over keeping my private laptop and phone locked up so he wouldn’t snoop through my messages and files. I desperately wanted to interact more with our fans and readers, but I was not permitted to do so based upon his beliefs that I wasn’t presentable or that I would meet someone and start writing with them, and therefore start cheating on him.
-When I left, he found my private diary for therapy, read the entire thing, and personally attacked me over every entry. The diary was a therapeutic approach suggested to me by a mental health professional for expressing times of intense distress. I have not been able to journal or diary for therapeutic purposes since because of what he said to me. It was extremely personal and contained information about my life I DO NOT share with anyone but a therapist.
-He laced my food with gluten when I suffered from a dietary condition that called for a gluten-free diet and didn’t tell me for at least two weeks.
-He would lose his fucking mind if I went and bought us groceries, which became my job almost every week when I didn’t have a car and had to walk to the grocery store in the middle of summer in Sydney fucking Australia. If I forgot to “surprise” him with candy, he’d scream at me.
-After I got back home and tried to pick up the pieces, he used the access he still had to my GatF and TK files and deleted them. There were over 10,000 pages, millions upon millions of words, and at least 3 full novels’ worth of work prepared that was slated to be published. It’s gone now. It’s been erased.
Thank you, now please do your own sleuthing elsewhere. I don’t like being reminded about one of the most miserable times of my life where I hated myself so much that I was genuinely suicidal. DoubleThickCustard is, as far as I know, a non-entity online. Find him yourself. I’m not going to try to help you support someone who exploited, abused, and stole from me for years.
