My husband and I broke up because he was possessed. I will not stop loving him and praying for him

My husband and I broke up because he was possessed. I will not stop loving him and praying for him

I decided to tell you my story because I want to help other manoles that are in my place. I wish they never came.

I had met many men but that was one. We met outside the church (what an irony!) At the wedding of a childhood friend of mine.
We got married, had 3 children together. Great love. I was 25 years old then, my 32nd husband.

10 years married, I did not hear his bad conversation. In the sweetness, in the love and the tenderness for each other, we were all jealous and had a model family. What I will tell you happened completely suddenly like today, it was noon and while we were preparing for vacation.

At that time to tell you that I had seen some signs but I did not pay attention, I thought he was stressed. He did not sleep well, he was constantly irritable, other times he was closed to himself while he was generally extroverted. I thought our choice to take a vacation was the right one, as he seemed so stressed.

I was in the bathroom picking up some last things to go on vacation with the kids to our cottage. Fortunately, my mom had the children, I do not want to think what would happen if my mother did not have them. Suddenly I hear screams from the bedroom and things break. I run open the door and what to see…

I see my husband screaming in a wolfish voice, wild, deafening, heartbreaking, as if it were not his own, breaking everything in the room, injuring himself with a knife in front of a sacred image we have, and swearing profusely. “My child, what are you doing there, what did you suffer?” I dared to chant. He turned and looked at me with the darkest and scariest look in the world. It was as if a shiver went through me from top to bottom. “Cariola you will die, catch me if you dare!” he shouted at me and almost made foams and vapors. His body was emitting steam.

He starts chasing me with the knife to hit me, I run like crazy in the house and try to get out. He runs behind me too, cursing and screaming like a savage, as if he were someone else. The neighbors came downstairs listening to the noise, fortunately I managed to leave and lock myself behind me. Going down the stairs, I could hear other things breaking and he screaming in an incomprehensible language that I had never heard before. I got the Police never came. I took my mother, told her what had happened and asked her to keep the children until we see what we would do. It had arrived in the afternoon, for some time and then nothing could be heard from inside the house, but I was afraid to enter. I called a well-known psychiatric hospital and they did come.

We entered the house, everything was broken inside. He is useless. Suddenly we see him in front of us, he was pulling green saliva from his mouth, scratches on his cheeks. He starts screaming and swearing, they hold him 4 and one of them injects him. They immediately took him to the psychiatric hospital. Since then, my Golgotha ​​has begun. Diagnosis: Schizophrenia.

It’s been 3 years. 3 years in which I did everything. Until Exorcism. Psychiatrists of course do not admit that he is possessed. But my husband was always mentally healthy, he can not go so suddenly crazy. He has no such history in his family. I’m sure he’s demonized, all the signs match but in the name of science, no one is listening to me.

For 3 years now I go to church every day and I pray it gets better.
3 years now, I go to the psychiatric hospital and see him. Other times he smiles at me, other times he does not recognize me, other times he just looks at me or mutters. He is constantly on pills, doctors see a stability in his condition but no improvement.
I have been trying to explain to our girls for 3 years, why their father does not live with us.
3 years now mine and his, ask me to move on with my life but I can not. Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either, Looks like BT aint for me either.

He will always be my husband and I wait for him to come back every day.

To open the door of our house, to smile at me, to hug us all and all this to be a bad dream.

I will not stop loving him and praying for him.

Immortality

Source: singleparent.gr


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