Editorial Inspirations

I trust my husband, I think. I know he is not perfect, but why does he do things he knows make me uncomfortable?

He gambles. He does the internet gambling, and he tells me that it’s okay because he is not using real money. It may not be real money, but he still becomes an addict. His playing on the computer ceases to be when I am not home, and he continues to play instead of spending time with me.

“I’m not addicted,” he says. “I’m just trying to make us some extra cash.”

We have large dreams that take more money than we have. Thus, we each have more than one job. But I would still rather be with him, than sit alone on the couch while he gambles.

He continues to console me by saying that he is not using our money, but is making money for us. Don’t I want that?

I am saddened that he longer has an interest in me, but am grateful that he is not wasting away our money.

A credit card statement shocks me with a charge from a gambling website. Has my husband’s addiction moved to a new level?

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