Gambling Destroyed My Life Novels & Stories

His teeth had sunk into it and left a deep cut. "Do you know who I am?" I asked, a small smile on my lips. His eyes widened in surprise when he realised who I was. I had been with my father at the casino when he had come begging for some money. He was a regular at the casino and was addicted to gambling. That day, he had gambled so much and lost everything, he was also very drunk. He had lost severely, but he wouldn't stop. Everyone at the casino had been very amused at how pitiful he was. He had caused a ruckus and my father had summoned him.

“Didn’t you say you only gambled and got into debt because of your family? Then, why are they saying this?” Cold sweat broke out across Jacob’s forehead. He tried to take Renee’s hand, but she shook him off hard. “Renee, listen to me. My parents always exaggerated things. It was never that bad at home.” His voice carried its usual softness and wounded innocence. “As for the gambling, I admit I messed up. But I only did it because I wanted to make more money, so we could have a better life after we got married.” “Enough!” He was cut off before he could finish.

Chester after living off the money Fred gave him on liquor and women, the rest he gambled away. He became broke again , like the said ' old habits die hard ' his feet found themselves once again in the casinos, forgetting what happened the last time he borrowed money to play . Because of him , Chloe and her brother became homeless, one day after wasting himself with liquor he gambled his house . Rendering his children homeless after he lost the game. This time around after selling off every valuable property in the apartment Liam got for him , he took the money to the casino and gambled them all away.

If it could, he would have stopped gambling all those times I shouted. It was a habit he developed after Mum died. His way of coping with the loss... sitting with other men, talking, laughing, and gambling. Slowly, it became an addiction. An addiction that cost him far more than facing the pain and grieving his wife ever would have. "I know I failed you again. But I promise to change," he said quietly. He held my hands and made me look into his eyes. "Please forgive me, Ali. Just this once, and I promise I won’t do it again."

My eyebrow shot up but I said nothing, urging her to continue. She sighed again, clearly distressed by the conversation. “You see, he has a gambling problem. Every time he wins he convinces himself that he can win even more, so he keeps playing and…” she dragged a hand over her forehead and squeezed her eyes shut. “Then it's all gone.” I felt bad for her situation. I really did but I had been burned before and experience had taught me that I had to still be cautious, no matter how convincing the story was. “That sounds incredibly difficult.” I said gently. “It looks like you've been holding it together for a while now.”

He then stopped gambling and stayed in the old house until he got lucky with the land expropriation project settlement. "However, in this life, I wasn't there to keep repaying his debts for him, which was why his addiction eventually got so bad that he sold off the house to gamble even more. "And now that he doesn't have the house anymore, how is he ever going to receive the settlement?" The living room was deathly quiet. Tamara's jaw fell open as she stared at me incredulously. "No way… You're lying! You're lying to me!" "You can choose whether to believe me or not," I said. "There's no such thing as a free lunch. Every blessing you see comes with a hidden price.

“When I was little, he used to take me to a park near our house. We’d feed the ducks and laugh about everything and nothing. He loved art. Said it made him feel alive.” Davon leans forward a little, his eyes fixed on me like I’m the only thing in the room. “But then he started gambling,” I continue. “It seemed harmless at first—just a few bets, something to make life exciting. But it got worse. The debts grew, and with every loss, I lost more of him. By the end, he wasn’t the same man who took me to feed the ducks.” My throat burns, and I have to stop for a second. “And the worst part? I couldn’t save him. No matter how much I begged, no matter how hard I tried... it was never enough.”

I plead with him, my voice low and shaky. “Why would I? My life has been miserable since you ran away from here. And I don't get money anymore. Not from you or the gambling house. I lost all the money that I bet and it feels like bad luck keeps moving with me. I even got beaten up the last time and I was embarrassed and thrown out of that place all because I borrowed money to gamble and I lost everything: I should have won at least one. My phone got stolen from me. The money I got from selling your useless car was stolen and I—”

And she forced herself to sleep when she heard the continuous kicking of Douglas. Douglas stayed at the door with his two bags for a very long time. He was right. He had nowhere to go and he was addicted to gambling. Last night, he gambled with some fierce men who won all his money. Then he became optimistic all of a sudden and decided to play again. This time, he had no money. Unfortunately, he lost. The only way to bail himself was his life. They were at the point of taking his life with a gunshot when he said,

When I was still gambling, all my mind would say that there’s no more important than winning a game and drinking then gamble again. But when Minerva told me she’s carrying a life in her womb…I quit my gambling lifestyle. At that very moment came the plans I wanted to do with my soon-to-be wife, our soon-to-be child, and my life in the future. I realized then that life is a gamble already. Why gamble more when you are already gambling by living?