Exorcism (from Greek ἐξορκισμός, exorkismós, “binding by oath”) is the religious or spiritual practice of evicting demons, jinns, or other spiritual entities from a person, or an area, that is believed to be possessed. Depending on the spiritual beliefs of the exorcist, this may be done by causing the entity to swear an oath, performing an elaborate ritual, or simply by commanding it to depart in the name of a higher power. The practice is ancient and part of the belief system of many cultures and religions.
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If you haven’t read any of my previous posts, I recommend you look at those first. I refer to many incidences that my husband, Ron, had done to contribute to my mental collapse. I promised to him as he read my posts; making rebuttals and fearing people would think he was really that despicable, I would give him his own post to express his point of view.
Below are snippets from my previous posts and his comments. From there, I will let you decide if he really was that horrible or was I misinterpreting the situation.
It was a bad joke. I was just trying to be amusing and if I could re-do it, I would have handled it differently. I had been drinking and with my friend’s wife being from the New York, I got caught up in the moment.
I had worked since I was 13-years old and suddenly retirement was not easy on me. I missed the work and loved what I did. I had many friends to talk to and joke around with and it all came to a sudden stop. I had a difficult time adjusting, finding a purpose in life and going to back to work was not an option.
Going from a six-figure job, that I enjoyed, to making a lot less was not happening for me. I joined a gym to occupy my time, but it wasn’t the same. At the time, I thought the only place I could find a purpose was back in Atlanta.
I come from a family of six boys that didn’t talk about feelings, so it was hard to talk with Kaye about.
No excuses, I was wrong. But, I had no intentions of either perusing a relationship with any of them. They called me “Uncle Ron”, so it was strictly platonic.
Deep down it still bothered me; I never got full closure on this issue. I just wanted to forget it had ever happened.
I was just trying to lighten the mood and joking around. I still did not understand the seriousness of the situation. I was always the type of person to try and defuse a situation.
The pictures were not the same. I got the pen drive from a friend at work because I had pictures of my friends and other job related photos on my work computer, I wanted to keep and bring home after I retired.
Talking with her at that time may have not been the right thing to do, but my reasoning was when I was with Kaye, she had my full attention. However, when she was gone it wouldn’t hurt to see what was going on Facebook. It wasn’t on purpose to do it behind her back; just out of respect to not be on the phone in front of Kaye.
This is just a coincidence. That woman is nothing to me and especially not my type for a relationship. She is my friend’s wife and I would not do anything against him or Kaye.
I admit, I do say things when I should not have sometimes. I don’t think before I talk.
I never said “suck it up”. I don’t like drama and I was just trying to be a peacemaker. But, I understand Kaye’s feelings and I respect that now.
So, there you have it from Ron’s own mouth. It is a lot for me to think about. What do you think? Do I make a decision based on how he has treated me these past two years or hold on to the hope we can once again be like we were before all of this happened?