The gambling halls consumed me. As Alex, ruined myself at the blackjack tables.
Each evening, the poker tables whispered promises. The shuffling of cards was an irresistible lure.
My wife, Emily, beseeched me to stop gambling, but I couldn't resist the pull.
On that tragic night at the lavish casino resort, I bet our whole life: our entire nest egg, our property - in a high-stakes poker game.
The roulette ball landed on the wrong number and I lost it all in an instant.
Returning to what was once our home with empty pockets, I found only a note: "I'm leaving. Your roulette wheel madness has torn us apart."
Left behind in an empty apartment, I comprehended that grasping at a royal flush robbed me of love and family.
I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder, intensified by my yearning for the casino floor.
Now, every day is a challenge not just with the memory of the poker table, but with the deep darkness in my mind. Will I ever climb out of this chasm left by my addiction to betting?
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