☠ Gambling addiction in casinos - how to stop playing?

/DimanZhiv/ A gambling addict in the family. Women are less susceptible to gambling. As is clear from the previous article, this is the prerogative of men, women's lot is the kitchen, trinkets, clothes and gossip. We will talk about them (women). My husband is a gambling addict, help! - sometimes you can find this on the Internet. Usually women write something like this on all sorts of vumen.ru, where "smart" hens advise them to run away from such a person without looking back. And there is some truth in this, a large share of great truth. You can still tame an alcoholic, a parasite, a womanizer, what other misfortunes are there for a woman's lot? You can't lasso a gambler. Of course, there are sluggish gambling addicts in the remission stage, weak-willed crayfish and other recovered ones. Do not think that I am showing negativity towards gamblers, I myself understand perfectly well and have experienced all sides of this phenomenon. Ludik, ludomanische, etc. in my texts it is rather sad banter or sarcasm, self-irony in the end. Masking Our disease has some stages of development. At the first stages, everyone gradually accelerates. The husband is a player, he knows how to plan the gaming budget, spends his stash, does something on the side - in general, he disguises the game. The wife, of course, suspects something, but not that. Eh, it would be better if it was a mistress than a game. The player slowly accelerates like a snowball. Then, bam, the situation got out of control, he got into the family budget, got caught. - wife, forgive me, I quit, I can’t love. And she forgives, naive. And you tell him - “don’t play, bitch,” - yeah, okay. And that’s it, it seems like the husband quit, but no fucking way. Then repeat, repeat. Over time, the frequency of breakdowns and outright squandering of the entire salary will increase. Then the emotional bottom. Forgiven again. A smoke break, starts playing quietly again, picks up speed, but the chances of a breakdown from the slightest bullshit increase. A husband who is a gambling addict can perceive a scandal at home or boredom as a call to a new game. But what to wait for? He himself will provoke it. More often on purpose, less often on emotion, automatically. Have you quit smoking? Have you noticed how your nerves are playing up? I don’t even know what has to happen for a player to stop playing while at work, with his wife and home. And, I’m lying, when all this dissolves, and the wife runs away with the kids to hell, the player begins to repent and cry… crocodile tears .. Well, then they forgive you again: some quit, others endure for years, and still others, the most interesting thing is - and the women do not return to them. A difficult choice I'll say this, if a man has to choose between gambling or family or a woman, then a real man will try to maintain both positions, then he will lose everything, as they say, hunting two hares. A weakling will choose one side: the game or his wife. No, he screwed me over, the game will choose for him. Guys, I had a beloved woman, I was torn between her and the game. I was not given a choice, I played and lost, but I also fought for her. I don't remember how many times I promised to quit. Then I accumulated such a sum of debt that I began to regret that we were together. I provoked special scandals for you to run away - she was in shock and did not understand. Somehow I will scribble down this whole epic. There is no need to drag to the bottom with me. And you will not believe it, she dragged the gambling share. Then I brought in a lot of money in Redstar. He paid off his debts, lit cigars with cash, flew on planes every 2 days, and that bitch left. You can't understand them. A husband who is a gambling addict is not a family tragedy, it's a woman's fuck-up. Dear ladies, I don't really care, if you are not burdened with children, leave the gambling addict at the early stages of the relationship. It is useless to re-educate him, and you can't educate any adult who is far from gambling. If a gambling addict is able to quit, then only alone. You know, sitting at the bottom and learning the value of the past. You know, it's like health and money - you don't think about them while you have them.

/DimanZhiv/ Actually, I left three cars in the casino. I want to tell you about the penultimate one. Can a gambling addict save money? Tell me, can a player save money? I doubt it, and a non-gambler is rarely capable of this. I have never had more than 300k of my own funds on hand. At work, I had to deal with amounts up to 30 million rubles. Imagine, you have such money, no one controls or limits you and you are the last gambling addict. You can arrange such hell, which is what I did in the summer of 2016. Probably many have lost a car in gambling, perhaps it was bought before the gambling addiction, and what happens when a gambling person wants to buy a new one? White streak in the game Spring turned out to be successful, as they say, a white streak came and almost all land-based slot machine halls were given to me. I stably made two visits to different establishments a week and took out 30k on average. Let me remind you that it was about 6 years ago, when the dollar exchange rate was 30 rubles and my salary was 35k, I managed to spin on a regular basis at rates of 250-500 rubles and be in the black for 2 months. I paid off many debts, a mobile phone, a gold chain that I tinned, repeatedly pawning it. In general, I was on fire with a car. I had a hundred in my pocket, I understood that I would not buy decent wheels. I played small, then, after an argument at home, I went and blew it all in one night, maybe I was drunk. It was a complete fuck-up and a collapse. There was no point in doing anything. A month later, I got lucky at work, the boss gave everyone a bonus of 100k rubles. Sometimes it seems to me that the more casually you treat money, the more it sticks to you. Later, I also got 70-200k from the boss just like that, the main thing is to be at hand in a good mood. Trying to make money by playing A work friend offered me a year-old Daewoo Nexia 1.6L with a mileage of 20 thousand. The car is fire, to be honest, 109 hp under the hood, even more after the firmware, in terms of control and quality better than the junk of our auto industry. One minus - the cherry color. They even gave an installment plan. Who is an installment plan and why the hell wait when you can raise the missing amount in the casino? Vulcan, morning, in tilt I ride 2.5 - 5k per spin and fuck everything. Here the factor also played a role that I had previously fucked up my 100 and wanted to win back. You can't imagine my state: no money, no car, what to say at work, what to the seller? Minus 200k, after work I take an advance of 7k and fuck in the hall, not far from work, I don't give a damn about these candy wrappers. Just for fun I catch 5 sevens in slizzing hot, then again and again, I call a friend, evening, 130k in my pocket, we drink, hand out tips and are getting ready to leave. Decided to throw the last 500 rubles at luck. At a rate of 54 rubles gives a bonus in camels, repeat, puts a line of all men + multiplication by 2 from the bonus, total another 90k on top, total balance 230k. Taxi, we go to the Moscow region, hotel, money under the pillow and deep sleep. In the morning, another game, earned 20k, which was used to buy a chain. A car for a gambling addict So I bought a car. Night, no money, the metro is closed, all the money is fucked up, and it's more than 100 km to home. It's fucking awesome to sleep in a car, especially in winter. A gambling addict's sleep is very deep, especially after the second day of the game. You start the engine, turn the heater on full blast and pass out, and in the morning, when you wake up, you're fucking shocked by the heat and the gas gauge is at zero. The first time I drove a taxi, I made 5k in half a day. The next time it was pennies, then zero at all, which is how I ended my career as a cabbie. The first accident - a pizza delivery guy flew into my back at a traffic light... weird, I didn't order a pizza. The Matiz's face was smashed, the Nexia's ass was almost normal, the insurance was -3k. A mockery. The second accident on Rublevka - a chick in her Audi Q5 hit me in the side at speed. Stupid cunt. The 30k insurance was successfully paid. Imagine how shitty it is to drive with a dented side and scare drivers. It's like walking around with pissed pants. The traffic cops arrive very quickly on Rublevka, they also issue the same paperwork, it's a federal road after all. For a small fee, the bastard added the old early screw-ups to the damage list. The third accident on Leningradskaya: a jeep tore off the bumper, they gave me 5k and we went our separate ways, 5 minutes later I heard screams and saw the boss's wife. I stopped and asked if I was spying on her here? I said it was an accident, she didn't believe me, but gave me 10k and we went our separate ways. Just lol) And I went to Moscow for a credit card, got it, but it wouldn't be activated for a few days. I swear and drive to Shatura; it's night, my mood is fucked up, the headlights are dirty, and I'm tired of wiping them. At a speed of 160 I fly into a sharp turn, the mechanic steers me out, but unfortunately the Nexia is not a racing car, I skid into a ditch, crushing all the sides and the bottom along the way. There is zero damage... only a huge forest bumblebee was crawling on my neck. The guys pulled it out, breaking only one cable. Started up. In this state, I drove up to the arcade where I blew my last 10k. Lost car I received a credit card, which I subsequently ran down to minus 500k. As an honorary member of Guns.ru, the guys from the club did a cheap repair for 100k. At the same time, I met Alka. This is a girl, a young and lustful student of 20 years old. True, she had even worse problems with me than the poor Nexia. I drove to her in Samara for a whole year by car, the rest of the time on trains and buses. Many times I returned to Moscow on an empty tank, on steam, without money. I had a great time in Samara. Then the car was sold for 70 or 90k, and the money was quickly fucked up. What scared me most was becoming a pedestrian. A real phobia. It's scary, like your legs are being cut off. The net loss from buying the car, including tuning, music was more than 300k, mileage almost 50k. What kind of driving is this, when there was always enough for gas, for repairs... Most of the time I drove like a bum in a battered car, and I myself was no better. The essence of the story is simple: a car for a gambling addict is not a means of transportation, anything - a house on wheels, a financial asset that can be palmed off, etc.; the ability to move quickly is secondary, even in fifth place. I pawned a car once, borrowed money from bandits on the security of the PTS, 30k flew away that same night. A week later, miraculously brought in 50 thousand, paid off. There were many stories with Nexia, everything did not fit. It is impossible to embrace the immensity.

Ludoman, who is it? Ludoman, actually. The word itself is offensive, although rather unusual, unfamiliar in society, like some kind of fucking leprosy, go up to someone and say - "I'm a ludoman, your mother!" Do you think a passerby will be surprised or scared? No money - no mood, and there is little material left. How do you look at things? I'm not talking about your ability to reason soberly or evaluate something. There is a TV, your wounded brain scans not a program on TV, you valued it at a third of the amount, calculated the route to the pawnshop, but the rudiments of reason convince you for the tenth time not to hand it over. Then what will you do within four walls? Or maybe take and win back? But the experience of past fights cools the ardor. My phone was handed over to the pawnshop 5 times, the last time I did not even come to say goodbye to it. I just threw it. Money as a Mood Factor Money is your life generator. Its very presence implies joy. What kind of game is it, you say? - I wish I could live a normal life and solve my problems. You could pawn your iPhone for the 15th time, but you belatedly remember that you only have an old Nokia left. A dumb analysis showed that being in touch is better than three hundred in your pocket. Surprisingly, now it’s rare that anyone would dare not to have a phone, not having money is the norm. And no one gives a shit whether you’re lazy or a gambler - you’ll be sent to hell everywhere the same way! Only a hereditary beggar has morals and self-esteem lying at his knees, while a proud gambling addict carries the banner of honor and morals, everything is bullshit, deprivation until the next paycheck, which I definitely won’t squander. Only a homeless person doesn’t see any prospects, he’s commanded by reflexes - eat, sleep, drink; everything is scheduled for two days, then - and then we’ll see. You have a point, you have a rear - a job, a point - to survive until payday. Survive, fucking hell? You're a fucking program that works in a cycle: work - slot - waiting - slot - work. Waiting is a pretty dull piece of shit, I tell you, when you're just "wasting" time. You've fucked up all your prospects, time works for you, you work too, only for an uncle, then for another uncle who sleeps and sees your deposits. There's hair on your head, on your chest, in your armpits, but there's no hair on your balls. Is there something missing? Psst, kid, don't you want some play? Fucking games, I'm talking about caviar. Did you seriously think you'd make money here? Everyone laughs at naive young girls, and then cynically fucks them, and the babe imagines love. Fuck, we're like chicks! Everything is exactly the same. Oh, don't bullshit, having shit under your feet doesn't solve the problem. Gambling rake And here you are again spending the night in the entryway, for how many fucking times I ask? The fifteenth? No, there is still a sporting discipline - walking on a rake. Again, don't smoke. Why can't you buy a travel ticket, food, top up your mobile phone, pay off 2k of debt, buy new slippers and a shirt in advance? Who are you asking these questions to? Yourself? And you yourself understand that there is little point in explaining anything to a moron. Your tooth, which you told to hold out until payday, has safely rotted and fallen off in pieces, it was probably already treated, without nerves, did not hurt much and endured, basically along with you. It would have held out a little longer, but the second year in the open air ... You are a gambling addict, you have no time to get sick. The game should not stop. At least the air is free, take a breath after the fuck up. What, shitty? Yeah, it's fine, 3 packs a night for such a champion is like a pea for an elephant. Who cares, we're ruining ourselves today, payday is coming soon. New Year, birthday, end of the month - nothing changes in your life, you're sure that next year there will be no game. The fifth year passes, but the confidence fucking doesn't go away. New Year in the entryway? Something new. Nothing, next year for sure. Don't whine, because the firewood toughens you up. Every day you decide a bunch of compromises - to go by bus or to walk, and the only thing at stake is a pack of cigarettes. And what to smoke tomorrow? Who cares, we'll go for a walk, there are no holes in the shoes, but they look tired, it won't make them any worse. You'll also fucking remember Tsoi here - "if you have a pack of cigarettes in your pocket and blah blah." So everything isn't that bad today? - yeah, it's not shitty, you think, stoned from greed. Cigarettes also suppress hunger and kill time, which you got for them by sending the bus to hell. Be fucking proud, you're a Spartan, you're suffering hardships, you're seasoned! Lol, you were thrown off the mountain a long time ago, and it's not hardships you're suffering, but a crash. Soon there will be holes in your shoe covers. Okay, next year for sure.

Gamer: This is my story of one year of life playing in a casino I had one situation in my life, I won a lot of money online. Fuck, how did I ever withdraw so much. I'll tell you briefly.. It was 2013, everything was fucking great with work, I was making a ton of money. But then everything went down the drain at one point, I'm talking about work. One fine day I registered at one casino, in short, I started depositing there and fucking max bet, first blackjack, then I went to some slot, started fucking max bet 100 euros per spin, well, in the end I have a ton of money on my balance, more than 30 thousand euros, I'm in complete shock. Fuck, how is that possible? I don't believe it. I immediately start to withdraw all the money to the card, a letter comes from the casino to provide documents, a passport, screenshots of the card, a selfie with a passport)) I do everything and send it, in short, a few days later the casino sent me my winnings, a small part to the card, the bulk in two tranches to a bank account. I think it's awesome)) It was blocked right away after the payment in this casino))) Just before that I was going to buy myself a new car)) at first I was looking at Kia, the third Focus, Mazda. In short, I changed my mind about the car and decided to go on vacation abroad, I went and rested. In short, after a while I receive an email from the casino, like they are giving me a bonus of 1000 euros to my casino account, I do what I want with them. Without any wager hooyagers. They wanted to smear me))) As a result, I go to the casino there is no bonus, well, I think I need to deposit, I deposit I don't remember how much and I lose everything. I write a letter like where is my promised bonus, they give it to me. And then I win more than 30k euros with this bonus again))) fucking lol))) In short, they started withdrawing for me again, I think they withdrew about 8 thousand euros right away. And then they wrote something like we will withdraw 3k euros per week according to limits. Fuck, I thought.. well, anyway, I started playing further, and they withdrew 3-3.5k euros every week)) I played so much that my balance in the casino exceeded 130k euros)) Sometimes I played blackjack with 4-5 hands for 2500 euros and even managed to double it when the dealer had some kind of crap in his hands. I also played blackjack with live dealers, I think the max bet there was 10k euros, I also doubled it)) Sometimes I won 40k euros per hand))) In short, they paid me for about 3 months, and I lost the rest. They paid regularly. But damn, I asked them to withdraw the entire amount at once, even when I remember there were 76k euros on my balance, I told them to pay me 60k euros, and I'll leave you 16k as a tip )))) He was generous)) They didn't give a damn, they didn't go for it))) Well, in short, I eventually lost all the money I had on my casino account. It sucks, I can tell)) But I got sick of playing constantly for 3 months. The money on my casino balance was just numbers for me, I didn't feel its value. While I was still playing, I bought myself a new car, came to the dealership and paid cash for the new premium class)) Now it's hard to say how much I actually withdrew, but I think it was somewhere around 80 thousand euros for sure, and maybe more. I remember I even wanted to buy a house in Moscow with that money, it cost about 3.5 million rubles back then and I had more than that amount of money on my casino balance))) But then a fucking mess happened, the same as yours. Probably a couple of months later. The stakes went up, the adrenaline was pumping. I went through different casinos, and there were normal casinos and there were scams. In the end, I lost everything I won, a car, millions of rubles of my own money... in short, I was in such deep shit that it was a mess. I was terribly depressed. I was drinking.. in short, it was total shit. I had a beard with work too. I had to put in a lot of effort to get out of it. I think I got out of it a couple of years later, but somehow I ended up on the TTR blog))) fuck and I started hitting these casinos again, though not with max bet. I've been hitting non-stop since February, there have been ups and downs. In August I lost a lot of money. In September I lost a little in TTR casino)) from a deposit of 2600 rubles, I withdrew 210k rubles)))) in two days of playing in TTR casino I was in the plus by about 400k)) in the end I lost this money too))) I'm just sick of playing, sometimes all the money goes to these casinos. I understand that any win is a matter of time, when I'll lose it again, maybe, yes, I'll buy some crap, and lose the rest of the money again in a couple of days or weeks. In short, it's sad, guys. In general, I need to quit...

Gambling addicts surf the Internet. They look rumpled, unwashed, rarely shave, and get their hair cut (usually a shaved “nut”) once every three months at most. They look like a modern-day thug. That is, not a “bro” from the nineties — but a young alcoholic or drug addict who has fallen into disrepair, which they are in 101% of cases. They swear when they lose more money and are surprised by this, thinking that they “will now rob this machine down to the last penny,” while the machine is robbing them. They turn pale when asked, “Did the creators of these machines pay for them, do they maintain them, so that you can come and take the rest of the money from them? What benefit do they get?” They always believe in winning, even after 9,000 losses. They search the Internet for “how to make money in an (Internet) casino.” They chat about “who won/lost how much yesterday.” The average vending machine user spends the cost of an apartment in a new building in a few months. Whining, “lend me some money, I’ll pay you back in a week.” Always in debt to someone and hiding from creditors. As a result, death from a perforated stomach ulcer, an overdose or an alcohol substitute, and often suicide. Discussing “how to trick the machine” or looking around the room for a machine that “is about to give you money.” With a smart look and a can of beer, he furiously hits the keys, stuffing crumpled bills into the bill acceptor with his plump little hand, and nervously takes a drag on a cigarette. An unhappy wife and children, a ruined business… And what can I say — life! There is a known case where a taxi driver lost 120 thousand rubles to a machine overnight, and by the evening of the next day the hero was found hanged in his own apartment. Another story about a taxi driver: in "urgent auto buyout" he sold his Lanos for half price, lost everything in 36 hours of continuous gambling. Woke up, sobered up. Went to rent it for a week. They gave him his old car. It wouldn't be so funny if it weren't so sad... He says "I wish they would get rid of them sooner" and blames the government, the gambling business, and the machinations of the Jews for everything. The fact that he independently transferred his body in space from point A to point B and put money in the machine doesn't bother him.

"Always believe in victory, even after 9000 defeats." Smart people don't smash their foreheads against the wall until they bleed )))) turn on their brains and look for paths to Victory And the fact that the road is not short is understandable............