Who else senses them evil spirits when your desperate for a winner?

There are countless types of different punters out there careful,reckless,saturday only ones dog f/c double ones the list goes on & on,But all linked due to one or two key facts ! We do it cos we want to win money.and do it cos we enjoy it.Have met and studied hundreds through working at willy hills for 10yrs only to get the tin tack as i did not have the £10,000 to put back in the till at the end of the day due to bets i had struck..Anyway 16yrs on im still doing my bol..lox but the difference being its my bol   lox to do,Things were different when with the ex and had 2 young kids to bring up, The pressure was immense for a young jack the lad compulsive punter like me to get his wages home every friday without visiting them lovely bookies,Course temptation set in and before i knew it 5 pay days had past and her indoors a not drew a cent from me,so my lies each week to her were getting fatter and fatter  anyway long story short week 6 was the ultimatum week,She promised that if i did not get the money home she was not going to make it easy for me and just leave me but before that she would find me and stab me.Had the best intentions all day until the money hit my hip,In corals for a hr had £340 when walking in now have **** all apart from  a £20 treble which read over 13 lengths at southwell @15/8 which was wrapped up after 4 races,  Trap3 in the trap challenge at monmore which was 3 in front with 5 races left @ 7/2, and the last leg was jockeys tie @9/4 between adrian maguire and mick fitzgerald which was tying with 1 race left but neither jockey had a ride in the last so hey presto thats bombed in could not tell you how i felt i was buzzing my tits off and shaking with relieve at the same time thinking im out the **** thank you god i will never do this ever again i promise.So as the last race went of i sat myself down with pen and paper to work out to the penny just how much i had won,when settling the my bet and realising that it come to £841 i looked up at the screen and saw these national hunt flat horses appear from the fog with half a furlong to run to hear the commentator say what a spare chance ride for adrian maguire at 33/1 he bolts in.I felt my body rise 7ft of the ground and saw my chin still sitting there on the carpet all the blood in my body turned to dust followed by the titanic carrying my reality containers.But at least she didnt stab me..so would love to hear from those out there who have been visited by them dark spirits and understand just how bad gambling can get when you need that winner....