Blackjack's Broken Home

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The gambling halls consumed me. I, Alex, gambled away my future at the poker tables.
Constantly, the gambling halls called. The call of "place your bets" was an irresistible lure.
My wife, Emily, implored me to leave the poker tables, but I couldn't resist the pull.
On that ruinous night at the VIP room, I put on the line it all: our life's work, our home - in a desperate attempt to win big.
The dice rolled snake eyes and the house always wins.
Returning to our apartment with all lost, I found only a note: "I can't do this anymore. Your obsession with poker has left us with nothing."
Abandoned in an desolate space, I finally saw that grasping at a royal flush stripped me of love and family.
Doctors diagnosed a serious mood disorder, deepened by my losses at the tables.
Now, all the time is a battle not just with my urge to return to the casino, but with the crushing sadness in my soul. Is there any way I can overcome this abyss created by the glittering world of casinos?
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