Dansk
English
Español (Spanish)
Português (Portuguese, Portugal)
Português (Portuguese, Brazil)
Italiano (Italian)
Français (French)
العربية (Arabic)
Deutsch (German)
Русский (Russian)
polski (Polish)
Türkçe (Turkish)
Malti (Maltese)
اردو (Urdu)
हिन्दी (Hindi)
Punjabi
Български (Bulgarian)
Svenska (Swedish)
Suomi (Finnish)
Norsk bokmål (Norwegian Bokmål)
Eesti (Estonian)
Ελληνικα (Greek)
Hrvatski (Croatian)
Čeština (Czech)
Magyar (Hungarian)
Українська (Ukrainian)
Latviešu (Latvian)
Lietuvos (Lithuanian)
Română (Romanian)
Indonesia (Indonesian)
Nederlands (Dutch)
日本語 (Japanese)
한국어 (Korean)
繁體中文 (Chinese (Traditional))
Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
Kiswahili (Swahili)
I’m struggling to cope with the gravity of what my partner has done. The mess he has gotten us into, and the fact I have bailed, supported, argued, refused, given opportunity to admit. And yet the love of gambling always seems more than that for me or the family.