The gambling halls consumed me. As Alex, ruined myself at the roulette wheel.
Constantly, the slot machines sang their siren song. The shuffling of cards was my siren's call.
My wife, Lisa, pleaded with me to stay away from the casino, but I couldn't resist the pull.
On that ruinous night at the high-stakes tables, I wagered all we had: our savings, our dwelling - on a "sure thing" bet.
The roulette ball landed on the wrong number and luck turned its back on me.
Returning to our house with empty pockets, I found only a note: "It's over. Your roulette wheel madness has torn us apart."
Alone in an empty house, I realized that pursuing the jackpot deprived me of all that was real.
I was diagnosed with a serious mood disorder, intensified by my yearning for the casino floor.
Now, daily is a battle not just with the lure of the roulette wheel, but with the profound despair within. Do I have the strength to rise above this black hole carved by endless nights at the tables?
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