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The casino became my obsession. Alex here, gambled away my future at the blackjack tables.
Day after day, the casino beckoned. The call of "place your bets" was an irresistible lure.
My wife, Anna, beseeched me to leave the poker tables, but I couldn't resist the pull.
On that disastrous night at the VIP room, I wagered everything: our life's work, our dwelling - in a desperate attempt to win big.
My poker hand was beaten and fortune abandoned me.
Returning to our house with the bitter taste of defeat, I found only a note: "I can't do this anymore. Your obsession with poker has destroyed us."
Sitting in an hollow house, I grasped that grasping at a lucky streak cost me all that was real.
Doctors diagnosed severe depression, intensified by my yearning for the casino floor.
Now, daily is a struggle not just with my compulsion to place bets, but with the all-consuming melancholy that haunts me. Can I possibly rise above this void left by my addiction to betting?
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