Blackjack's Broken Home

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The neon lights of the casino ruined me. I'm a man named Alex who threw my life away at the roulette wheel.
Constantly, the poker tables whispered promises. The cheers at the craps table was my addiction's voice.
My wife, Lisa, pleaded with me to stay away from the casino, but the lure of the jackpot was too strong.
On that disastrous night at the high-stakes tables, I gambled every last penny: our entire nest egg, our residence - in a high-stakes poker game.
The dice rolled snake eyes and fortune abandoned me.
Returning to our place with nothing left, I found only a note: "I can't do this anymore. Your gambling addiction has left us with nothing."
Sitting in an bare home, I grasped that seeking the jackpot cost me my true treasures.
Therapists identified severe depression, worsened by my casino obsession.
Now, constantly is a war not just with my urge to return to the casino, but with the crushing sadness that haunts me. Can I possibly free myself from this chasm dug by years of gambling?
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