5 months and the day I quit
the 27th, thats my day, August 27th i was in the vegas airport playing until my plane came 5 months ago.
that airport, has been part of my life of gambling and of abuse, my ex bf approached me in the terminal, and we were by chance seated next to each other on the plane, and by the end of the flight, we were inseperable, fast forward 4 years of abuse, we are in the same terminal, and i knew to change my seat on the way home, and i was for once and for all leaving him, its was the worst and best day of my life, then i had to go back and back and back for work, still gambling, in and out of that terminal, that miserable fucking terminal gave me more grief than all my life combined
August, 27th....
what i remember was a the slot attendant standing behind me, god i hated when people watched me, thats the cardinal rule of slot players, dont stand behind them, and most certainly DONT make remarks.
i just left a 4 day work trip, after all said and done i lost 2500.00
i cant even tell you how, i know I played, but my god? did i not win ? how much did i drink? what the hell happened.
that was my turning point, why, because i was in the process of selling and buying my new home and that money was designated for closing costs/etc....i wound up borrowing from my sister to make up the difference, but i thought, wow, you are FUCKING careless, YOU CARE LESS, about your kid, your home, your life, who the FUCK do you think you are...You LOST Over and OVer and Over, what the F????
i got home and i knew, that was it, that was fucking it.
that airport, has been part of my life of gambling and of abuse, my ex bf approached me in the terminal, and we were by chance seated next to each other on the plane, and by the end of the flight, we were inseperable, fast forward 4 years of abuse, we are in the same terminal, and i knew to change my seat on the way home, and i was for once and for all leaving him, its was the worst and best day of my life, then i had to go back and back and back for work, still gambling, in and out of that terminal, that miserable fucking terminal gave me more grief than all my life combined
August, 27th....
what i remember was a the slot attendant standing behind me, god i hated when people watched me, thats the cardinal rule of slot players, dont stand behind them, and most certainly DONT make remarks.
i just left a 4 day work trip, after all said and done i lost 2500.00
i cant even tell you how, i know I played, but my god? did i not win ? how much did i drink? what the hell happened.
that was my turning point, why, because i was in the process of selling and buying my new home and that money was designated for closing costs/etc....i wound up borrowing from my sister to make up the difference, but i thought, wow, you are FUCKING careless, YOU CARE LESS, about your kid, your home, your life, who the FUCK do you think you are...You LOST Over and OVer and Over, what the F????
i got home and i knew, that was it, that was fucking it.
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