The neon lights of the casino ruined me. Alex here, ruined myself at the slot machines.
Night after night, the slot machines sang their siren song. The call of "place your bets" was my addiction's voice.
My wife, Emily, implored me to stay away from the casino, but the lure of the jackpot was too strong.
On that tragic night at the lavish casino resort, I risked everything: our entire nest egg, our dwelling - on one spin of the wheel.
The cards fell wrong and chance betrayed me.
Returning to what was once our home with empty pockets, I found only a note: "I can't do this anymore. Your roulette wheel madness has ruined our lives."
Deserted in an empty house, I comprehended that pursuing the jackpot lost me love and family.
Doctors diagnosed clinical depression, intensified by my yearning for the casino floor.
Now, every day is a struggle not just with the phantom sounds of slot machines, but with the crushing sadness that haunts me. Is there any way I can climb out of this void left by my addiction to betting?
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