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Andy_82
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I’ve come to the realization that my dad’s wife drove a wedge between he and I when I was 14. I was living with my mother and her husband at the time when he and I began to form a very strong bond. The plan for him to adopt me away from them had been made when one day, twenty years ago, my letters began to come back with no reason given by the shipper until the last one. Indicating that there’d been a young lady at the door being very adamant about not receiving any more from me. This was odd as he lived alone and I knew that there had been a former girlfriend that everyone in his circle referred to as ‘the gypsy.’ A fan of astrology and other things she wasn’t well liked by his friends or family and was still living in his old apartment across the country from him when this was going on. A musician by trade his manager was nearby this apartment (in Florida, he lived in Los Angeles to be near work) and would pick up his mail there when he was on tour. Not thinking she into the picture I reasoned that he’d gotten cold feet and gave me up. All this time I’d been getting little notices from what I believe to be the Blessed Mother and St. Anne related to this. But, had become hardened to it given the pain it inflicted. In the years since my father went from being a well liked and respected man to being what I can only refer to as being a horny, drunken fool. Having married this woman, he’d returned to her for some reason I figured she played into the scene somehow. But, never really knew why. Recently, finding they lived in L.A together, I followed her on a hunch when in the city on business to find she’s been regularly going to a practitioner of Palo Moyembe, a kind of dark Santeria/black magician. Realizing this, I’ve been praying the Rosary these last few months and this past week asked that a Mass be said for she and my father. The day of the Mass I awoke with a throbbing headache. But, a brighter perspective on this matter. Which, after two decades of the opposite, albeit, migraine free, was a definite change. Having read up on the matter I think she may have used what I believe is known as sex magic by way of this connection to drive a wedge between my father and I as while he became this husk of himself, I totally withdrew. But, these last few days, I can only say that something is drastically different.