The Story I Regret: Marrying the Woman Everyone Warned Me About
When I first met her, she seemed like a dream come true. Sweet, charming, and thoughtful, she captivated me in a way no one else ever had. People warned me about her from the beginning, saying she was into witchcraft and that I should stay away. But I refused to listen. I thought they were just envious or judgmental. Love can blind you, and I was completely swept away. Today, I wish I had listened.
Our story began like many others. We met through mutual acquaintances, and her warmth drew me in. She was unlike anyone I'd ever met — always so attentive and caring. She had this aura of mystery, but instead of seeing it as a red flag, I saw it as part of her charm. People told me strange stories about her, but I brushed them off. "You don't know her like I do," I told myself and anyone who voiced their concerns.
We got married within a year of meeting. That’s when the cracks began to show.
At first, everything seemed normal. But a few months into the marriage, I started noticing peculiar things. She would wake up in the middle of the night to sweep the yard. Not just once or twice — it became a pattern. Sometimes, she’d take her three-year-old son with her. This child, whom I only met after we got married, was another source of mystery.
The boy doesn’t go outside at all, and there are no birth records for him. No one has ever seen her pregnant, not even close friends or family. When I asked about it, she said he was her “miracle child” and got defensive if I pressed further. To this day, I don’t know where he came from.
One night, around 9 p.m., I caught her outside doing something I can only describe as bizarre. She had a blanket and a broom, and the child was under the blanket with her. I took a video that day because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. When I asked her about it the next morning, her reaction was troubling. She got angry and accused me of being like everyone else, saying I couldn’t mind my own business.
Her explanation? She said she prefers doing some chores at night because it’s too hot during the day. While that might make sense on the surface, the way she reacted and the specific things she does at night don’t sit right with me.
The child, her three-year-old son, is another unsettling aspect of this story. From the beginning, there were questions. She only introduced him to me after we were married, and there’s no trace of his existence before then. No family photos, no medical records, nothing.
She doesn’t let him play outside, and she gets furious if anyone asks about him. It’s as though she’s hiding him from the world. My family hasn’t even been allowed to meet him. When I bring this up, she shuts me down, saying she doesn’t owe anyone an explanation.
I’ve started to suspect that the boy is tied to some kind of ritual. It might sound far-fetched, but the clues are there. She always has money, yet she’s never worked a day in her life. There’s no visible source of income, but we’re never lacking for anything. Could he be the “sacrifice” for her wealth? The thought sends chills down my spine.
Another troubling sign is how isolated she’s made us. She hates visitors and doesn’t allow anyone to come to our home, not even my family. At first, I thought she was just a private person, but it’s gone too far. My parents haven’t set foot in our house since we got married, and any attempts to invite friends over are met with hostility.
Her reason? “People bring bad energy,” she says. While I can understand being cautious about who you let into your space, this level of isolation feels extreme. It’s as though she’s hiding something and doesn’t want anyone to see it.
The biggest mystery of all is her financial situation. Despite not having a job, she always has money. It’s not just small amounts, either — she has enough to take care of all our needs and then some. I’ve asked her where it comes from, but her answers are always vague.
At first, I thought maybe she had savings or some kind of inheritance, but now I’m not so sure. With everything else going on, I can’t shake the feeling that something supernatural is at play.
People warned me about her ties to witchcraft before we got married, but I dismissed them. Now, I wonder if they were right all along. The night-time rituals, the mysterious child, the secrecy, and the unexplained wealth — it all points to something darker than I ever imagined.
I’m at my wit’s end. I’ve tried talking to her, but every conversation turns into an argument. She accuses me of being ungrateful and says I should trust her. But how can I, when everything about her life feels like a lie?
The video I took of her outside with the blanket and broom is proof that something isn’t right. It’s not normal behavior, and it’s not something I can ignore. I’m worried about the child and what role he plays in all of this.
Looking back, I wish I had listened to the people who warned me. Love made me blind to the red flags, and now I’m living in a situation I don’t know how to escape. I feel trapped in my own home, surrounded by secrets and lies.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s to trust your instincts and listen to the people who care about you. I ignored the warnings, and now I’m paying the price.
As for what comes next, I’m still figuring that out. I want to protect the child, but I don’t know how to do that without putting myself at risk. All I know is that I can’t keep living like this. Something has to change.
This isn’t the life I envisioned when I said, “I do.” Marrying her was the biggest mistake of my life, and it’s a decision I’ll regret forever. If you’re ever in a situation where people warn you about someone, take it seriously. It might just save you from a lifetime of heartache and regret.
For now, I’m taking things one day at a time, trying to figure out how to move forward. All I can hope is that sharing my story will serve as a warning to others. Don’t ignore the signs. They’re there for a reason.
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