Talking of love spells as I am on my little website, I’m reminded of what happened to one of my dearest chums who I’ll call Joan here. She is married to a very odd man, I never liked him, but more to the point, Joan adores him. He likes whippet thin women, so Joan became thin, he liked red hair, so Joan dyed her hair red, he liked her to cook his meals regulated by the clock to the minute or else he shouted loud enough to bring down the walls of Jericho, I think my dears, you are beginning to see what their marriage was like.
Joan idolized him while he told Joan what to do and how, showing her little respect, well that was how it was before the wheels of fate turned and changed Joan and Henry’s lives forever. One Sunday Joan telephoned me while I was collecting jumble for a bring and buy sale. The poor woman was in floods of tears, Henry, as he is called, had told her over that morning’s shredded wheat, that he wanted a divorce as he found her boring, tiresome and silly. Now Joan is many things, but never boring or silly. They had been married for thirty years and have one son, while Joan wasn’t at that happy age when rebuilding a new life is an easy thing. I told Joan to hop on her bike and come to stay with me immediately, where she would find some coffee cake and a pot of tea awaiting her. An hour later a soggy Joan was weeping by my kitchen fireside, embroidered hanky in hand, quite ignoring her slice of my prize winning cake, telling me why Henry was the best of men and he must have his reasons. I am not someone to swear, oaths are not something to take lightly, but I would’ve sworn at Henry like a docker given the vocabulary, I did muster the one phrase, ‘Well really!’
I quickly ascertained what Joan really wanted, was she being too myopic and could be happy without the loathsome Henry? Wouldn’t she like a nice little home all to herself where she could live as she pleased, answering to no-one? Didn’t she think the vicar was rather attractive despite his moustache? No! She did not agree, her heart was strangely fixed upon the undeserving Henry. Of course, I wanted the best for my friend, whatever she wanted or I’d have thought her much better off without this unpleasant grey man. So I made a love spell plan with Joan. Together we sat by the fire, sipping tea and discussing which spells to use and at what stage, with my careful guidance. I often find that friends instinctively know which type of love spell they need. Some types of love spell work well for some but work less well for others and visa-versa, and people usually fail to show any enthusiasm for the spells that aren’t right for them.
A few hours later I cast a Stop a Divorce Love Spell. This would ensure that any divorce proceedings would be blocked and never happen. The next midnight I cast a binding Love and Passion Spell for Joan and Henry. An evening after that I cast Return a Lover Love Spell. Joan was quite excited by my preparations and helped me gather ingredients and herbs from my kitchen garden. I think the poor dear even enjoyed it a little. Of course I could not allow her into my temple nor allow her to witness my magic rituals, that is a private thing that no-one may be allowed to see whilst magic is cast.
Ten days later the dreadful Henry telephoned Joan, he said he wanted to talk. I tried not to wish he’d take himself off to hotter climes instead. Joan applied her lipstick and arranged her curls for over ten minutes and then I dropped her off at her home. Joan rang me that night, Henry had asked Joan to give him another chance, which was amusing, as he had been the one threatening divorce! Joan succumbed of course to his blandishments but not instantly, it took her all of half an hour of seeming to consider. The next day she visited to tell me all and retrieve her bike. Her love spells had worked admirably she told me, as I knew they would.
Her face was aglow, she looked just like the girl she had done in the bed next to mine in the dorm at school, the years fell away. She was no longer allowing Henry to have everything his own way, she was putting her foot down over this and that and better yet, the changes her love spells had wrought had given Joan confidence and Henry was tamely agreeing to her every whim. He was also doing nice things to please her, even offering to have her old broken pearl necklace restrung with a diamond pendant added for their anniversary. I am truly sorry and yet glad to say, that my love spells and Joan’s new fierce confidence and defiance have made that dreadful man happy, as are they both.
So my dears, should your partner or husband or wife threaten you with a decree nisi, you have only to call on someone like me to retrieve this situation for good and all, should you so wish, though I must say, the single life has so many blessings, which I’m reminded of each time I see Henry however happy Joan now is, and she is. But mind you act quickly, the more time that lapses between a bad situation and going for love spell help, the harder and longer it takes for results to be received.