A gambler who sold his wife under the spell of the Devil!

I once knew a gambler. He used to frequent a small café house round the corner of his house. The gambling game was set at a table at the back of the joint. He was a tiler of the first order. Very hard working person. He loved gambling and preferred straight Poker to other types of gambling.cheat cards

He used to earn a good living. He rented a flat for him and his family. He was happily married with four children, two boys and two girls. He furnished his flat with good furniture. He managed his life, having a respectful salary, and working for a building company.

The story took place in the South of France in a very small town not so far away from the sea. He sent his children to school and they were doing very well. All went smoothly. Every evening he came back from work except for the week end. He had his regular shower and sat with his family for sometime watching TV with the kinds while his wife made super. Around nine o'clock in the evening he used to dress up and go to his joint to play with his fellow gamblers.

At the beginning of his table rounds he gained some money which wet his appetite and made him continue to frequent his gambling place, but this time at everyday basis.

Few months went by and he had some problems and started to lose money. His wife and his children, being in the primary and secondary schools, did not know that the head of the family gambles. He told them every time he went for the evening he was going to have some coffee and a friendly talk with his friends.

Losing money, now he was hooked properly by the Devil of gambling, made him draw on the family budget. His wife complained that the children did not have enough food to eat. They needed clothing and some stuff for their schools.

His answers ware becoming harder and harder. His relationship with his own children were becoming ruthless and he was rude to the whole family. He became hard inside him and his featured hardened and became stone-like. trick cards

The Devil drew him more and more into gambling and he suffered bigger losses every night. He had to sell his car in order to pay back his gambling debts.

His time with the children in the evenings was cut short and he spent few minutes with them and then went to the Devil's table.

Little by little becoming harder and harder like iron and cold like an iceberg he used to come from his café house at midnight. His wife complained more and more now knowing about his gabling drug. He sank his debts in drinking alcohol. Then one Sunday he had a big row with his wife and he beat her. The beating up treatment for his wife came in exchange for her complaints about neglecting his family and his children suffered.