Hi All
Hubby is in rehab now... I don't understand what the attraction to VLTs are... to me they are a suckers paradise...
Casinos make me so sad I want to cry they stink.. the people look lost.. they are so depressing.
Hubby has a post grad degree he is not stupid.. I don't understand this makes as much logic to me as taking 100 dollar bills and putting them in a blender and making a coctail.
So he goes out and gets a line of credit to gamble with behind my back....
Why do people go back to loose and loose and loose.
I do get a rush from time to time with a fab new outfit... or a beautiful garden ... or to see great art.. but I cant get a rush every day from any one trigger...
I can't drink or even have chocolate because if migrains..
Gambling has never given me any kind of high... How do I understand what makes no sense... I know stimuli can make me calm like the deep note in the movies..or soft textures...or a light cool breeze..and we are all a bit different..is the high so good that it is realy worth $10,000???Is it better than great sex.. because to me it is less appealing say than picking up your neighbours dogs droppings.. and I love my husband  but I dont get it obviously...and I am scared and I don't understand but I have to try

Hey Uhoh
I know trying to understand a compulsive gambler is very hard but have you try going to Gamanon a 12 step program for family and partners of compulsive gamblers May help!!!

God Bless

Ken L GRCG ODAAT

I cannot explain the high I get from play slot machines.  Each and every time I go there, the excitement is unbelievable.  In the back of my mind, I know I shouldn't go, but there's this incredible tug that either I don't want to fight or can't.  Each and every time I leave, I'm sickened that I once again couldn't stay away.

I feel the same way about the tables, that high is unexplainable- but the loss is inexcusable, the torture I give myself-

Just for today I cannot let my monetary situation determine my self worth as much as it used to before leaving casinos pennyless.

Spending hours to experience 2 minutes of action.. gets old quick.  I'm grateful for today without a gamble

-Addict called Thom