The casino became my obsession. I, Alex, threw my life away at the blackjack tables.
Every night, the poker tables whispered promises. The whir of slot machines was my addiction's voice.
My wife, Anna, implored me to abandon the roulette wheel, but I was too far gone.
On that disastrous night at the high-stakes tables, I wagered our whole life: our security, our property - in a desperate attempt to win big.
My poker hand was beaten and fortune abandoned me.
Returning to our house with nothing left, I found only a note: "I'm leaving. Your love for the casino has left us with nothing."
Left behind in an empty home, I grasped that hunting the jackpot deprived me of my true treasures.
Therapists identified severe depression, worsened by my casino obsession.
Now, every day is a battle not just with my compulsion to place bets, but with the profound despair in my soul. Will I ever overcome this pit dug by years of gambling?
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