The casino became my obsession. As Alex, gambled away my future at the craps tables.
Night after night, the casino beckoned. The cheers at the craps table was an irresistible lure.
My wife, Lisa, beseeched me to abandon the roulette wheel, but the casino's call was louder.
On that calamitous night at the VIP room, I bet it all: our security, our house - all on a single hand.
The roulette ball landed on the wrong number and luck turned its back on me.
Returning to our apartment with empty pockets, I found only a note: "It's over. Your roulette wheel madness has ruined our lives."
Deserted in an hollow apartment, I grasped that seeking the jackpot lost me all that was real.
Doctors diagnosed a depressive condition, compounded by my withdrawal from betting.
Now, daily is a battle not just with the phantom sounds of slot machines, but with the overwhelming gloom within. Is there any way I can climb out of this chasm carved by endless nights at the tables?
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