It occurs to me, in an idle moment of procrastination, that if I gamble on you, and I lose, the fault is mine, because I misjudged the cards and underestimated the hand held by fate. Even after that disastrous last bet, as I lose the pot, I will know that the blame belongs to only me because I gambled without correctly gauging the odds. And while the chips are being raked in by the winner, the pain is all mine for betting more than was wise, for staking too much and losing everything in the process..
But the shame, my love, is not mine. Because I did what I had to. I risked what needed to be risked when I felt what was to be won outweighed what could be lost. I did my part, when I had to, and now, shame on YOU for being such such a bad hand!