It started with small complaints — my husband saying his business wasn’t moving and money kept disappearing. Then his new pastor entered the picture. A loud, dramatic man who always wore white and claimed to see “visions.”
One day, my husband came home from church, quiet and cold. When I asked what was wrong, he said the pastor told him I was the spiritual blockage in his life. That I was “possessed by a spirit of poverty” sent to drain his destiny.
I laughed at first, thinking it was a joke.
But things got worse. He stopped eating my food. He started locking the bedroom door at night. And then the pastor called me — personally.
He said he wanted to help me “break free” so my husband could prosper. He asked me to meet him privately for a midnight prayer session.
Out of desperation, I went.
When I got there, he handed me a white wrapper and said I had to remove all my clothes for “cleansing.” I refused.
Then he said something I’ll never forget: “If you really love your husband and want him to succeed, you’ll do what must be done.”
I left that place in tears. And when I told my husband, he shouted at me — said I was lying to scatter his destiny.
That was the day I realized I was married to both a man and his pastor.
