There was a time in my life when a lot of weird things happened. Once I was taking a bath and angry red hand prints appeared on my inner thighs. I had been thinking about returning to my home town and starting over. Voices in my head told me there was no way out, that I was controlled now by Clyde’s spirit. (In retrospect, I know whose spirit it was, and it wasn’t Clyde’s.) The voices directed, and I obeyed. At that point, all that mattered was that we were together. It was really scary to know what I was doing (practicing witchcraft in an attempt to make him love me) was working but I wasn’t scared enough to want out then. And when it did get to the point that I did want out, I couldn’t get out by myself. I needed help from a supernatural power, God.

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