My dears, I’m sure you’ll concur that one often hears of couples breaking up, husbands abandoning wives in middle or late middle age has become a phenomena that I’m afraid, we’re all far too familiar with these days. This has not happened to anyone in my circle as the law of averages would suggest it would because I look after my friends.
How, you may ask, is that possible, how can I ensure these husbands remain devoted husbands? I will explain, a dear girl I know is the kid sister of a dear chum. Her sister and I were arranging garlands in a marquee for a garden fete, when Muriel let drop that her sister’s husband was having an affair, which is such a neat term for something so emotionally gruesome and painful. I have never enjoyed the closeness of marriage, but should imagine that if my husband had betrayed me in like manner, I should suffer the deepest torture. I stopped arranging my garlands and went home quick-sticks. I’d known this girl since my own girlhood, she was much younger, but still she had always been a pleasant little girl and to think she had grown up only for this misery was too much. It really pains me when I hear of anyone’s suffering, but that of someone I know is quite unbearable. I brooded for a while and must confess I ate too many buns and drank too many cups of tea, as is my custom when upset. But I knew what I had to do and did it I did.
I then monitored the situation through Muriel, and heard that her sister was still suffering, so I fine tuned and continued to monitor. Two weeks later the girl herself dropped in on me unexpectedly, bringing her small son who ate far too much cake and was sick on my linoleum. But what she told me was interesting.
She said she realized you can never allow a fellow to think he owns one one-hundred percent. That, like a nation-state, one must always seem to remain semi autonomous. That she had not been at all independent and consequently her fellow had taken her for granted and that’s when the rot began. A warning to all you nice young things reading this, that I hope will stop you treading my friend’s path in future years.
However, a month later I heard from Muriel that her sister and husband had reached a decision and that he had decided he loved his wife and not his new friend. My dears, I could’ve rung the church bell myself to let the whole world know how happy I was, what a good day it was indeed. So what you may wonder changed this situation? Why love spells of course. The first love spell I cast was a Cupid’s Arrow Love Spell, which does what it says and removes anything destructive to the love the couple share, especially rivals. Then I cast a binding Love and Commitment Love Spell, this ensured that the husband felt happy to re-bond with his wife and set his sights on the happiness that lay for him at home, whilst re-stoking the fires of love for them both. And voila! That was thirty years ago and the devoted couple now have a grandchild.
Not wanting to be caught out again in this fashion, and wanting to ensue that all my married friends remained happy in their marriages, I cast binding Love and Commitment Love Spells for all those that might need it, except for one couple where I truly believed she would be happier without him, which later proved to be an error of judgement.
So to keep a marriage happy for life only takes one little binding love spell and it can be happily ever after for all involved.