Dice Cup’s Deep Descent

The neon lights of the casino ruined me. As Alex, gambled away my future at the craps tables.
Each evening, the slot machines sang their siren song. The cheers at the craps table was an irresistible lure.
My wife, Lisa, urged me to quit playing slots, but the lure of the jackpot was too strong.
On that fateful night at the lavish casino resort, I gambled all we had: our savings, our property – in a desperate attempt to win big.
The cards fell wrong and the house always wins.
Returning to our house with empty pockets, I found only a note: “It’s over. Your obsession with poker has torn us apart.”
Abandoned in an vacant apartment, I finally saw that hunting a lucky streak lost me everything that mattered.
Therapists identified major depressive disorder, compounded by my withdrawal from betting.
Now, all the time is a challenge not just with the lure of the roulette wheel, but with the crushing sadness that haunts me. Do I have the strength to free myself from this abyss dug by years of gambling?
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