The casino was my downfall. My name is Alex, and I squandered it all at the blackjack tables.
Constantly, the slot machines sang their siren song. The clinking of chips was my siren's call.
My wife, Sarah, urged me to quit playing slots, but the lure of the jackpot was too strong.
On that disastrous night at the VIP room, I wagered our whole life: our security, our dwelling - on a "sure thing" bet.
The cards fell wrong and the house always wins.
Returning to our house with empty pockets, I found only a note: "Farewell. Your love for the casino has destroyed us."
Abandoned in an bare space, I realized that pursuing a lucky streak cost me everything that mattered.
Therapists identified severe depression, intensified by my yearning for the casino floor.
Now, constantly is a struggle not just with my compulsion to place bets, but with the crushing sadness in my mind. Is it possible for me to overcome this pit left by my addiction to betting?
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