I had a dream one night where my husband was trying to un-alive me. He used a pillow – the classical way shown in movies. The only difference was that those in movies die quickly and easily. I fought under the pillow, screaming and asking why he was doing that. He said nothing back; his hands were firm and sturdy, his face focused and determined to render me lifeless. I fought back fiercely until I escaped from the dream to see my husband awake and typing on his phone.

FOLLOW US ON WHATSAPP CHANNEL TO RECEIVE ALL STORIES IN YOUR INBOX

I asked why he wasn’t sleeping and he said he couldn’t sleep. I asked how long he’d been awake and he said he didn’t remember. His answers didn’t sound like he was in the mood to talk, so I let him be and instead said a silent prayer for him, for myself, and against the dream I woke up from. Because I couldn’t sleep again, I got up from the bed and went to our children’s room. They were sleeping peacefully.

A few weeks later, my husband said he wanted a divorce. I laughed – I chuckled actually – because that statement came out of nowhere.

Over the years, our biggest trouble had come from a lady called June, my husband’s girlfriend. Our marriage was only three years old when I first caught him cheating with that lady. Five years later, and I was still fighting my husband because of that same lady. She wouldn’t leave the picture. She was constantly present, shaking the trees of our marriage so the leaves, even the green ones, would fall.

I asked my husband, “Divorce? So you can marry June? Is that what the plan is?”

He tried to walk away but I followed him around asking him to answer my question: “It’s about June, right? It won’t work.”

He would go to work and come home very late or not come at all. Over the years, our parents had become too involved in our marriage, so this time I tried not to involve them. I told myself I could handle it.

When he didn’t come home and wouldn’t pick up my calls, I called June. Yes, I had her number. She would pick up and shout at me, but for some reason she never blocked me. Even when she missed my call, she called back to ask why I was calling so we could fight.

That girl is as cold as the month in which she was born – June. I asked where my husband was and she told me I should stop asking her stupid questions. I told her to give the phone to him because I knew he was there. She didn’t. For some reason, anytime I made such a call, my husband called a few moments later.

I called his parents to complain. His dad told me he was too tired to resolve another issue so we should solve it as married couples do or divorce so everyone can have peace of mind. My mom told me, “If he wants a divorce, give it to him. It’s not the end of the world. Aren’t you tired?”

I had another dream where I was fighting with June. My husband was standing there, coaching June on where she should hit to win the fight. In another dream, June was walking down the aisle with my husband while I sat in the church witnessing their wedding. Each time I woke up from such dreams, I prayed, but when I saw the wedding one, I told myself they should do whatever pleases them.

My husband came home one late night and I told him, “If you truly want a divorce, and you think that’s what will make you happy, then leave and don’t come back. I’m ready to leave the marriage but I don’t have the strength to look for a new place, so for the sake of the kids and their school, give us this space and find your own.”

The next morning he packed a few things into a bag and left. I cried. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel pain or sadness or loneliness. I felt lighter, knowing I wouldn’t stay awake waiting for him. He didn’t call or text for over a couple of weeks. I didn’t tell anyone he had left home.

One Saturday morning, I woke up and saw coins scattered in front of my door, the one pesewa denomination. I could see whitish little grains like gari mixed with the soil and some other things I didn’t recognize. I went back inside. Out of fear, I called a pastor and explained everything to him. He told me to stay inside until he would call to tell me I could go out.

All day I stayed in with the kids. His call came at midnight. He asked me to wash my feet in salt water, boil the water, and pour it in front of my door. I should do it before 3am.

While I was in the room boiling the water, a shadow flashed before my eyes, as if someone was around. My heart started racing fast. I called the pastor and told him someone was around. He said, “Forget about that and do what I told you.” I responded, “I’m scared to go out. What if—”

He hung up.

When the water was ready, I didn’t open the gate. I poured the water through the space under the metal gate and made sure it traveled outside. The next morning, those coins were still there, but I walked over them though I was still scared.

Seven days later, my husband was back home with the same bag he left with. I thought he was coming for the rest of his things. He went to the kitchen to serve himself. I still thought he would leave, but he went to the bathroom and closed the door. I asked, “What have you come for?” He didn’t respond. Later in the evening, his father and his oldest uncle came to the house with an apology. According to his father, my husband had run to him to come and apologize on his behalf.

My husband went down on his knees and started apologizing, telling me he didn’t know what came over him. He swore it was never going to happen again. I was doubtful. I told him to leave me alone because that wasn’t the first time he was apologizing. His father and uncle left us to resolve the rest.

Just three days after the apology, someone called his phone and said something I didn’t hear. My husband responded, “So what should I do? Doesn’t she have a family?”

June had suffered a stroke and they were calling to inform him. After the call, he switched off his phone and muttered under his breath, “Abeyifoɔ.”

June is still down. Five months later, she talks with a slur in her voice and needs assistance to do basic life chores. My pastor tells me she’s reaping the evil she sowed so no one can heal or intercede for her. The coins and the white substance I saw were rituals meant to render me a cripple so my husband wouldn’t look back.

My Wife Has The Spiritual Powers To Detect Cheating

I don’t know what she saw in my husband. He’s not wealthy or famous or has anything worth crippling someone for, but when it comes to these things, ordinary minds can’t understand or interpret, so all I do is bundle my prayers into a song to God for rescuing my family from the claws of evil.

—Benewaa

This story you just read was sent to us by someone just like you. We know you have a story too. Email it to us at [email protected]. You can also drop your number and we will call you so you tell us your story.

******