☠ Gambling addiction in casinos - how to stop playing?

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............

The Big Story of One Gambler.

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Good evening, brothers, Gamblers. My name is Alexey, today I decided to tell you my story of gambling. The roots of this story go back to the first half of the 20th century and continue to this day. You ask how? Is the author really in his ninth decade?! No, I'm 27 years old, and the story of our family's gambling begins in the early post-war years. It was 1955 and my paternal grandfather married my grandmother, and they began to actively make my father, who was born in 1963, a gambler. I went a little ahead, but so that you understand all these events are tied to my long story. I tell the story about my grandfather from the words of my father, so I do not claim 100% truth, and why you will understand from the further story. It was 1955-58, my grandfather fell in love with cards and booze, and in their village these two entertainments were the most popular. Grandfather and grandmother had a small piece of land, worked on a collective farm, kept cattle, in general, they lived well and had money. Grandfather, sometimes lost, sometimes won, generally paid rake and that's all. But excitement gradually filled his soul, and was laid in the gene pool of my father. After dad crawled out of the womb, grandfather began to play for big, and after a couple of years very big. Dad said that someone taught my grandfather a few card chips and grandfather stupidly began to push first at the village level, then at the level of a small town. By 1975, the family Chita had 10-15 hectares of land, a lot of cattle, and a lot of money, almost everyone playing in the village stuck money to grandfather. The bottom line is simple: in 1977, Dad had the coolest moped and everything he had access to, and Grandpa was found with a smashed head in the city. This meager story is a prelude to the rest of the story. Chapter 2. Dad and the family savings. Dad finished school and entered a college in a large regional city. As my grandmother later told me, my father's monthly ration was 1,000 rubles, 1,000 rubles CARL!!! when the average engineer's salary at that time was 120-130 rubles. The city was regional, large, Dad had money, and as he himself said, he was looking for action. In general, he found a katran, but so that you understand, Dad was, unlike Grandpa, a village simpleton who was welcome everywhere, because he treated people for free, gave money in cards even better than TTR in poker, in short, as it seemed to him, he was the life of the party, but we understand who he really was. Then there is a small gap in the story, dad gets a job with grandma on a collective farm and runs off to the Far East for 3 years, I suspect because of debts, but how it really happened, only he knows. He told grandma that life is expensive in the East, and his rations have increased, I don’t know by how much. After some time, he returns to the regional city, where by chance my mother ends up on a distribution, which was common in the USSR. In appearance, dad was a handsome man, tall, stately, with money. As he “sang to mother: dad is a former general, relatives in the Kremlin, etc., etc.” mother fell in love, they got married and at the wedding she saw his mother, a collective farmer, and her brother, an alcoholic, for the first time, from whom she learned that she had been fed noodles about the general and the Kremlin. It was a shock, but the most harmless in her life. Then I was born, then my brother, then there was the collapse of the USSR and the devaluation of money. Grandma's 200-250k savings burned up, so you understand the amount we are talking about, the cooperative apartment cost 4000 rubles. Grandma, according to my mother, was very greedy and gave them 5 rubles for the wedding, and KARL 5 rubles!!! Because she was afraid that everything would go to her daughter-in-law, and that my mother was with him only for the money. The money burned up, grandma could only use all her savings to install gas. Her health worsened, because there were problems since the war, she was a minor prisoner in Germany. And the household began to slowly see ... Immediately after the birth of my brother in 1991, my mother took me to her mother to leave me in the village for the summer, and upon her return, the second unpleasant surprise of family life awaited her, all the rings and all the gold in the house + dad's wedding ring were squandered in cards. Dad confessed, repented, mother forgave, and they lived on. It's the end of the 90s and Dad goes into small business, sells cigarettes, which were in short supply at the time. And he had access to the supplier through a fellow villager who was a big shot at a tobacco factory. My mother says that they lived great at the time, they had everything, they didn't really need anything. Dad paid for the roof, trade was going well, he even opened a store and hired a salesman. Then came the default of 1998... business went to hell, we somehow survived that time. My mother says that while Dad was passionate about business, he didn't make any mistakes, because he loved it, and he didn't have time for stupid things. When Dad was studying at college, he got a profession as a bricklayer, why am I saying this?! And because all the action will come later, in 2000 Dad goes to Moscow to earn money. It was this moment that became the key one in his life and the life of our family. Chapter 3. Moscow, casinos and boots. I remember the events described below very clearly and I can guarantee their authenticity 100%. As if I remember it yesterday, my dad came to visit us for the first time three months later, with a bunch of presents and no less a bunch of money. It was almost half the cost of an apartment in our regional center. My brother and I showed off in new clothes, with cool Chinese pistols, in cool sneakers. Our parents decided to send us to the south so that we could see what the sea is, get a tan and take a break from the school year. The fairy tale was true, we got everything we wanted. But the fairy tale did not last long... The next salary was big, but not like the first, and each subsequent one was a little smaller, smaller and smaller. He brought his last salary in 2002 in the amount of a regular salary in our regional city, explaining that the chinks go to Moscow to knock down the price of labor, etc., etc. At the family council it was decided that my father would go and get his paycheck and come back to our city. It was October 2002… I remember everything that happened as if it were real. My brother and I go into the Central Department Store and see this miracle… The essence of the machine is that you throw coins into the slot at the top of the machine, they fall onto the moving part and a chain reaction occurs, the coins shift at the top of this part, they fall and this thing pushes them into the common bank, from the mound of which a handful may fall into the tray at the bottom. In general, we each threw in a 2-ruble coin and brought in 50 rubles. The next day we saw this miracle nearby: We bought a token, threw in, brought in 150 rubles and the vice of gambling consumed us... then we only poured, occasionally "shaking" the machine with 2 ears. A week or two later, our dad comes from Moscow in summer sandals and without a penny to his name... Having said that he was robbed in Moscow and he will not go there again. As it turned out later 10 years later, he brought money to the casino, and on the way home he was drunk and was beaten, all the money was taken away, and so that he would not run after them there, they took off his boots. Chapter 4. I'm lucky, I play. Dad got a job, buried his mother. An ordinary provincial life flowed. I went to the chess section, and showed monstrous progress. In three years from 2000-2003, I went from being a beginner chess player to becoming a Candidate Master of Sports, regional champion, and a member of the adult regional team. It was summer, my mother and brother went to visit my grandmother (on my mother's side), and I stayed with my father to prepare for tournaments and conquer new heights, unfortunately not chess ones. At 9:00 a friend runs up to me and tells me that he saw my dad 15 minutes ago at the station playing slot machines. Since I was already very familiar with this topic, I decided to keep my dad company. I come to the station by chance, I see him by chance, and sitting down I start telling him what and how, where to press, how to play, in short, at that time I “knew how to put it in the machine” heh heh. We played this little thing: Spin at the bottom 50kopecks at the top 2.5p. As you can see on the left in the machine panel icons: xx-0-xx-0-xx a light runs along it very quickly, as soon as you press the breakthrough key, and the light was on xx you get a multiplication of the win on the drum by 2, if you hit 0 then you merged. So, that morning we raised 500r. at the bottom, and decided it was time to catch the jackpot, and it was no joke at that time 15,000r, and on the fifth try on the super game we hit it ... This feeling cannot be conveyed when the whole machine sparkles and screams J_A_N_K_P_O_T! Onlookers at the station all came running, and we rested on our laurels. 20 minutes before that we raised 1000 rubles on the back by catching a field of oranges, the coolest thing is that when you catch oranges, the winnings are given randomly from 5 rubles to 1000 rubles. Dad forked me a thousand, made me swear not to tell anyone anything, went about his business (to drink, I think). Well, I went with my buddies to eat pizza and ride the carousel. This jackpot will play a huge joke on me in the future and even more so on my dad. Then, in a month, he becomes Ludik, catching two more jackpots of 5k and 50k in other halls. How did I know about these jackpots?! Everyone knew about them, because Dad was partying and telling everyone how easy it was to win money. How can you not believe him?! If a person, as it turned out later, secretly quit his job and went to play every day, and was always with money. As you probably already guessed, there is a catch in this story, and the catch is not about the jackpot. He really took the jackpot, but after a streak of upstreaks, he was overtaken by a downstreak, and he planted for half a year in a row. At that time, the prisoners of Nazi Germany were given compensation by the Germans themselves for torture during the Great Patriotic War. Since my grandmother had only one heir, he quietly received several thousand euros, no one knows the exact amount. By the time he lost everything and got into debt, I was playing classic poker, which we had in many stores for 5 rubles. I caught breakouts, straight flushes, multiple quads. But I took everything back. When the whole story about my dad surfaced, there was a huge scandal at home, and the family council agreed that one more trick of his and that's it, he leaves the family. Chapter five. The calm before the storm. Dad got a job, and his life was normal and rouletted. I finished school and went to college. We lived poorly, there was no money for chess competitions, my development stopped, and I remained the leading regional chess player. The key year of 2008 came. I got acquainted with poker, both offline and then online. I came to the club the next day of my 18th birthday. I registered for a freeroll with rebuys of 500 rubles, I knew how to play and could tell a flush from a straight, and it wasn’t hard to pull a gadshot for all my chips. Oh, miracle, I took 2nd place and received 6,000 rubles - 10 of my student stipends…. I was hooked on gambling, and I didn’t give a damn what I was pouring in. I did coursework, labs, and a lot of other things for my studies for money, I came to the club and lost tournaments and cash. At this time, dad slowly drinks himself to death at the construction site and starts playing the machines... New tales begin about a delay in salary for half a year, his mother catches him at the crime scene, all a scam and expenses. He leaves, we live as we did modestly but without great need. A year later, he shows up with a request to take out a loan for 200k or he's screwed. Mother and we send him to YUKH. We are at school, mother is at work, a neighbor calls, your apartment is on fire!!! He stands nearby and laughs, mother is in shock, brother is in shock, and I break his chomp in 2 places. Court, suspended sentence, disappeared again for a year... The love of my life left me, I gave up chess, went into poker and cappers. Chapter 6. My Upstreak. I get acquainted with strategy, study, start to madly bring in 4 MTT in a row in the offline for 200, 300, 500, 1000 rubles, bring in rebuys, break the cash. I forget about studying, I am the king of life with 500k in my hands, not counting deductions for repairing the house, helping my younger brother. Then the summer of 2009 comes and offline poker is banned, our clubs are immediately closed and my upstreak ends with bets at bookmakers for 50,000k and playing in an underground volcano with a max bet of 225 rubles (mandarin - also the same name, different). Exactly 48 hours later I didn’t have money even for a pack of cigarettes…. Summer is construction, my poker buddy and I earn money and scratch the theme of no-deposit bonuses for $50, which were sold wholesale for 3-4 bucks. We buy hundreds of no-deposit bonuses on Fulltilt, play MTT, make a killing twice for 7k and once for 11k greens. We start, we roulette our expenses with “dicks”, our friendship is in shambles, we each start playing for ourselves on Stars with an inflated ego, by the end of the year we are both bankrupt. Spring-summer 2011, the end of university, a big win of 9k greens on Stars. An excuse to avoid the army, moving to another city with a future wife… Chapter seven. Falling to the bottom. There were two reasons for moving, the gambling environment and the prospects of working at Russian Railways. With the environment, everything is simple, all friends and comrades, with the exception of a couple, were gambling addicts, some in bets, some in casinos, some in poker. I wanted to get away from all this. Upon arrival in a new city X, at first everything was going amazingly, I immediately liked the work in the supply of Russian Railways, my future wife and I were given a free comfortable hostel, I started playing chess in my free time, and for work I started traveling to many cities. I loved traveling and playing chess, things were heading towards a wedding, we applied to the registry office. And then it all started... I received my salary for December, half as much as I was supposed to, and the motivation for the decision for me and the entire department to give up the bonus was 100% that my immediate supervisor, who was stationed 300 km away from me, had screwed up his contractual company. I was a young hothead and tried to appeal to justice, but I was very rudely sent to hell, and then I decided to simply destroy the fruits of my labor, in general, I stupidly burned my not yet approved contractual company and tore up all the contracts for the calendar year, having previously quit my job a day before, by agreement of the parties. Back then, when I was about to quit, I decided to become a professional poker player, why not?! I borrowed money from my wife's family and started playing.... Having fucked everything up ($3,000) in half a year, making small cashouts and playing like a dull piece of shit, it was decided to lie that my poker room was closed. The legend went over great and I went to work again, though now as an ordinary worker in production. We took out a mortgage, got pregnant and after six months my company goes bankrupt and gives me a salary of 7,000 rubles, I quit, luck is on my side, I get a new job at a large holding company, in a new specialty for myself. My wife is about to go on maternity leave... What should I do?! That's right, I need to quietly take out a loan for 125k, because I didn't become a poker player, I'll become a professional capper. I spend it all in two days, and in two more days I spend it on a credit card with a limit of 100k, it's impossible to pass. Then for a year after the birth of my son I play small stuff here and there... I pay off loans in secret from my wife. In September 2014, before vacation, I decided to risk part of my salary and put a bet. If WIGAN had won, 600k Euros to Karl!!!! And this fucking WIGAN was leading in the score! Then I spend part of the money on my family, and myself in particular, I bought a chain with a cross for 150k - the dream of a lifetime. In 2 months I'm bankrupt again, with active loans. CARL, I PUT MY FAMILY'S ANNUAL BUDGET IN WHO KNOWS WHERE!!!! Then until the summer of 2016 I paid interest on loans, made small bets hoping to win... Played in underground gambling houses, casinos, borrowing money from my mother under various pretexts... albeit small, in 1.5 years it came to 100k. I forgot to tell you about my dad, in 2014 my mother received a letter from the Moscow Investigative Committee with some fucking news... In short, in one of the entrances of Moscow, he was found with two open craniocerebral injuries and a cut throat, in two months in the hospital they revived him. As he himself said in our last conversation for debts... This conversation in Moscow at the Kievsky railway station was our last conversation, the conversation was with a 45-kilogram drunk homeless man whom I would not have recognized if not for his throat and a small scar on his cheek from his youth. I think that my father has long been dead, or at best is homeless somewhere further away. ​In fact, I don't feel sorry for him, neither as a father nor as a person, he brought too much resentment and negativity into my life... Past, present and future... Chapter eight. The same rake. ​Summer 2016 is coming, I'm reading the TTR blog, I'm already babysitting 2 children, preparing for Euro 2016 in France. I take out a third loan of 175k with a simple idea to get away with it all... and end my ludo career... and off we go... The first deposit in my life at the online casino KARL, the choice fell on Betchan, because the verification letter from them came the fastest. Are beginners lucky? Of course, 1.5 hours on the balance of 150k, everything spat .... Shields x1500, a couple of times x300 immortal, Jack hammer2, generally spat the bonus every 5 minutes, played in two windows for 300 rubles, washed everything quickly and 3 hours after the deposit, the money was with me. I cancel the credit card, and start betting on Euro 2016. All bets went to hell, and now the balance is 0, I fucked up another loan ... I'm going VA-BANK CARL !!! I deposit the entire limit from the credit card, 95 thousand, and bet everything on the ENGLAND-ICELAND match, and like a real gambling addict, I bet that there WILL BE A PENALTY in the match for 3.95 !!! Odds. I picked it up with a complete excuse... if it works, then I'm free, if not, then I won't be able to pay all the loans, I'll confess to my wife and come what may. I'm thinking what to say in case of a fuck-up... 2nd minute of the match, a penalty kick, England. I've never screamed so much from joy!!!! My neighbor, an old granny, even came running to find out what happened... I paid off all the loans, promised myself not to gamble... A week passed, and I again, blew my credit card to 0. The reason that prompted me to gamble was just idleness and lack of adrenaline... I'm writing it as it is, why the hell lie. I have no money, I want to gamble... Sberbank no longer gives loans, due to the fact that a huge conflict arose with them, and I fucked the entire management of our local Sberbank. (Maybe I'll tell this short story later). Chapter Nine. I quit. In August, I decided to finally quit everything related to gambling. I simply deleted Windows, with all clients and passwords. I stopped watching bookmaker quotes, ludovody, and screenshots of mega wins. And I killed my lust in excitement, which arises from idleness, in the bud. All autumn, I went mushroom picking, and this is such a fucking wild excitement for me. I got a second full-time job, started playing chess again and winning, started paying attention to my family, because after the birth of my first child in 2013, I gave up on my wife and children. I began to develop in my professional field, in general, to live a rich, not boring life. As soon as I pay off my last loan, I will be completely free from ludka. P.S. Now I understand that if I had won the jackpot of 600k Euro in 2014, my life would have changed dramatically, and not for the better!!! I would have developed delusions of grandeur, that I am a cool capper, I would have started to chase other all sorts of jackpots... I would have fucked up my whole life, along with the life of my family. I think that the root of the evil of gambling addiction lies in each of us, and something, sometime, awakened it in us, in my case the first Jackpot caught together with my dad in the early 2000s. Now, in order to get rid of this vice, you need to replace it with something... Gambling addicts are like drug addicts, there are no former ones, we have to live with this burden all our lives and at any moment we can break down! I hope this disease will pass my sons by...

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