Friends, lean in for a moment because what I’m about to share might just open your eyes in a way nothing else has before. You’ve been searching, haven’t you? Trying to name it, trying to understand what on earth really happened. You’ve asked yourself over and over, “Was it love? Was it real?” And yet, no matter how many nights you cry it out or how many times you explain it to a friend, something still doesn’t sit right deep down in your soul.
Let me tell you why: because it wasn’t love—not even close. What you were in was a spell, a dark, unholy, soul-warping kind of spell. Now, I know that might sound strange, maybe even dramatic, but stay with me. I grew up hearing whispers of this sort of thing. Folks would say, “That one’s got something on them.” And we’d laugh it off, thinking it was just old superstition.
But the more I’ve walked this road, the more I’ve listened, prayed, and studied the ways of the narcissist, the more I know it to be true. This isn’t just manipulation; it isn’t just emotional games—it’s spiritual warfare. The narcissist didn’t just lie to your face; they lied to your soul. And somewhere in that mess, you started lying to yourself too.
You weren’t in love; you were bound, shackled, hypnotized by charm that turned cruel, praise that turned to poison, warmth that turned into fire—not the holy kind. You were under a spell so seductive it made abuse look like affection and control feel like protection. The devil never walks in with horns and fire; no, the devil walks in with a smile and a sweet voice.
You see, a spell doesn’t always come with candles and chants. Sometimes it comes with soft words that rot your sense of reality. Sometimes it looks like, “We’ve got kids; I can’t leave,” or “I’ve invested so much; it has to work out.” You tell yourself you’re staying because of duty or commitment or even God, but deep down, you know—every fiber of your spirit screams, “This is not right.
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