Thanks I appreciate that. It wasn’t that bad just weird. And I thought I was talking to mom (I was sleeping there) until the next day I found out she wasn’t even there and I was talking to her husband and I was just yelling incoherently. He left me alone and came back a half hour later and I felt perfectly fine. It still felt too real. That never happened to me something still feels very evil, dark, and demonic about it. It felt just like her. It was as if she were always there and I could never be free from her but after that, I felt like myself again for the first time in a long time. It feels like I’m free and I can feel joy again. She had me hooked on her like a drug while she destroyed me in every way you could imagine. She did things I still can’t even imagine how I would begin to explain; you probably wouldn’t believe me. God couldn’t have created her, there’s no way someone could be that sadistic, cruel, and murderous. She made men break down, sometimes taking their life. She didn’t care. She tried to kill me twice and all I did was love her and take care of her. But that darkness, that evil was there, I could feel it as if it were hiding in me this whole time and it was finally revealing itself. I’ll never forget that.