Cursed Gift

Chances of redemption are low and nigh
Add onto it all my sighs.
Thanks for making me lose the highs
I used to enjoy.

Not you;nor your fault
Him,he opened up the vault
What fine spread he did offer
I know you would buckle.

Twists and turns we have had too many
Happiness and joy are but nary
My gift to you
You treat as a curse.

Our dialogue is starting to become terse.