What?! The psychic told me to do it!
Hi all. Sorry about the lack of communication recently; been a weird few days emotionally. Almost left Dan on Sunday; started packing and clearing out but found a poem he had written saying he wasn’t loved, had never felt so alone and that he didn’t care if he lived or died. Talk about knocking the wind out of my sails!
So I stayed, for now (mainly because of guilt realising what I was doing to him) and then last night ended up going out to dinner with him, Eleanor and Bee to a ‘psychic dinner’ which was a meal and a reading (don’t ask how I get myself into these situations, I just do). Well, if I was unsure about leaving Dan at the start of the meal, I wasn’t by the end of it because the psychic knew exactly what was going on!
He first went to Eleanor and told her a couple of interesting things which were pretty accurate then to Bee and a little about my things and then he started talking to Dan…big mistake! He confirmed a few things about Dan’s job and told him to be careful about a recent remark (which we interpretated as one of his reviews) which was all pretty cool and then he mentioned a ‘situation’ and that was the beginning of the end. He told him that he was seriously unhappy in a situation and that he felt very lonely and trapped to which Dan kept nodding to (meanwhile looking like he was going to start crying at any point) and said ‘you know what I’m talking about don’t you…I won’t tell you the rest’. And then the psychic looked right at me and said ‘you’re seriously unhappy too aren’t you? You know what I’m talking about’ to which I nodded. And then said to me ‘give me $50 and I won’t say anything else’ at which point I was completely freaking out and myself, Eleanor and Bee were all sharing darting glances at each other because we knew exactly what was going on. And to top it all off, after this extremely uncomfortable part of the reading, his next topic of point was that ‘someone will be moving homes in the near future’; well, ladies and gentleman, after the final nail had been hammered right into the coffin, the psychic upped and left, thanking us for his time and the rest of us carried on our conversation, all pretending like we hadn’t heard or understood what he had just told us.
So for the rest of the night, even after Dan and I got home we carried on talking about everything else, watched TV in silence and went to bed barely saying another word to each other.
I’m planning to leave him this Sunday for definite. He’s at work all day and I have chance to clear out everything from the apartment and make, as clean a getaway as possible; I will leave him; the psychic told me to do it.
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Wow! How freaky!?
I’ve always wanted to go to a psychic, but I’m too scared they’ll crack out the grim reaper / death card / whateverr it’s proper name is and that’ll be it for me! A life of depression and misery – I’m not sure anyone could cope with that!!
Good luck for Sunday if you don’t post before xx
As it turns out – you have every right to be afraid…grim it was but fascinating at the same time and left me wanting more! x
OMG…let us know how it goes. Good lluck:)