The casino was my downfall. I, Alex, squandered it all at the roulette wheel.
Every night, the roulette wheel spun its hypnotic dance. The shuffling of cards was my addiction's voice.
My wife, Maria, pleaded with me to leave the poker tables, but I couldn't resist the pull.
On that disastrous night at the lavish casino resort, I wagered all we had: our savings, our home - in a high-stakes poker game.
The dice rolled snake eyes and chance betrayed me.
Returning to our apartment with the bitter taste of defeat, I found only a note: "Goodbye. Your obsession with poker has ruined our lives."
Abandoned in an empty apartment, I grasped that pursuing a royal flush stripped me of my true treasures.
Medical professionals confirmed a depressive condition, exacerbated by gambling addiction.
Now, all the time is a struggle not just with my compulsion to place bets, but with the crushing sadness in my mind. Will I ever overcome this pit left by my addiction to betting?
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