“A house is not a home”, I -did- it.
I remember visiting a house many years ago. Everything was perfect. Like a 5 star hotel. Pale green and dusky pink were the height of fashion at the time. The blossom on the indoor plants matched the plush lounge suite and the leaves matched the carpet. A mahogany frame surrounded a family portrait . Mother , father and five “perfect”children. I was “gobsmacked” . As the evening wore on, the lady we were visiting announced that it was all a façade. She and her husband had agreed to end the marriage. She said “all that glitters is not gold”. He was a workaholic and she was addicted to alcohol and drugs.
That was way before my gambling days. I didn’t “get it”!
I’m recently beginning to recall things that happened “before gambling took over”.
‘Don’t know if that’s a good or bad sign?
