The casino was my downfall. As Alex, lost everything at the craps tables.
Constantly, the roulette wheel spun its hypnotic dance. The cheers at the craps table was the soundtrack of my downfall.
My wife, Lisa, begged me to quit playing slots, but I couldn’t resist the pull.
On that calamitous night at the lavish casino resort, I bet everything: our security, our dwelling – on one spin of the wheel.
My poker hand was beaten and the house always wins.
Returning to our apartment with empty pockets, I found only a note: “I can’t do this anymore. Your obsession with poker has ruined our lives.”
Abandoned in an empty room, I understood that pursuing a lucky streak deprived me of what was truly valuable.
I was diagnosed with a serious mood disorder, worsened by my casino obsession.
Now, each day is a struggle not just with the memory of the poker table, but with the all-consuming melancholy that haunts me. Do I have the strength to free myself from this abyss dug by years of gambling?
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