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This was the first story to pop into my head when I noticed the thread title. My dad likes to gamble. And a little bit too much so. Like I remember being asked my opinion on who was gonna win some NBA regular season games and big college outcomes when I was a kid. I think that he finally found the help that he needed as I haven't heard about any foul ups since this story
I had been on a layoff and was having some issues finding something else and had fallen behind on some bills. So they let me stay with them until I was back on my feet. I had found a job and was feeling pretty good. I got back to the house and he wasn't back from wherever yet. He walked through the door and so I let him know the good news. He seemed very distracted and mumbled some comment about that being nice or something along those lines. I asked what was going on
He claimed that he'd messed up. I asked the specifics. He mentioned how he had just arrived back from a long drive after leaving the casino. I just told him to tell mom that he had loaned some money to me. He conveyed to me that he'd used the ATM there telling my mother exactly where he'd drawn money from also obviously for what purpose
She checked their account every day after work so she was gonna know not long after getting back from work. He was going to come clean with her as soon as she walked through the door. I told him that I was bailing and to contact me when the coast was clear. I went to the mall for a couple of hours. He calls me to inform me that the coast will never be clear again before ending the call
I went out to my car and drove to their house. My dad was moving into the other guest room as I got back to there. I guess that they were going to get a divorce, but he started getting involved by volunteering with some local charities to keep himself busy and outta trouble
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