Craps Table Crushed

[Annerfeib]

The gambling halls consumed me. I, Alex, gambled away my future at the poker tables.
Each evening, the gambling halls called. The clinking of chips was my siren's call.
My wife, Maria, urged me to stay away from the casino, but the casino's call was louder.
On that ruinous night at the lavish casino resort, I bet everything: our security, our dwelling - in a high-stakes poker game.
My poker hand was beaten and the house always wins.
Returning to our house with not a penny to my name, I found only a note: "It's over. Your roulette wheel madness has ruined our lives."
Left behind in an bare home, I understood that pursuing the perfect bet cost me love and family.
Therapists identified severe depression, intensified by my yearning for the casino floor.
Now, each day is a battle not just with my compulsion to place bets, but with the crushing sadness in my soul. Is it possible for me to overcome this abyss dug by years of gambling?
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