I grew up as a tom boy, working on a farm.
There wasn't much for us to do. So a bunch of us would
make stupid bets. Then we progressed into poker. Then we
were betting poker and football. We were all losing our
shirts. My dad gambled too, so he use to allow us to play
at the kitchen table. He figured his only daughter was
home and safe. The day I went to him for help because I
owed $270.00. He was mad, but he gave me the money.
A month later it was $450.00. He was really mad and told
me never to let this happen again. It did and that's when
I placed my last bet. A friend of his had the same problem when
he was young, so my dad introduced me and I no longer gamble.
What helped me stop was talking about it to some one who
understood.