The gambling halls consumed me. I’m a man named Alex who ruined myself at the craps tables.
Constantly, the roulette wheel spun its hypnotic dance. The shuffling of cards was my siren’s call.
My wife, Anna, begged me to stay away from the casino, but I was too far gone.
On that calamitous night at the high-stakes tables, I put on the line it all: our future, our dwelling – on one spin of the wheel.
The roulette ball landed on the wrong number and fortune abandoned me.
Returning to our apartment with the bitter taste of defeat, I found only a note: “Goodbye. Your love for the casino has left us with nothing.”
Alone in an desolate room, I comprehended that hunting the jackpot deprived me of everything that mattered.
I was diagnosed with a serious mood disorder, deepened by my losses at the tables.
Now, all the time is a war not just with the phantom sounds of slot machines, but with the crushing sadness within. Will I ever free myself from this black hole dug by years of gambling?
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