I really made a difference in this person's mind in the very beginning.  While his emotions were going back and forth due to the divorce he was going through, I remained a consistent part of his social network.

Because of me, he was able to talk again, and feel like he was still a part of things, but that's when these conversations started to manipulate these things.  Inside, he really felt satisfied that he was able to see more of the past more clearly now. 

However, a black cloud started to loom over everything as something seemed to be making this person react differently than they had before, and the moment this was realized was when he tried to take things farther, knowing I had a husband, and tried to kiss me.  It was a very uncomfortable moment as I turned my head, but at the same time I felt bad because I knew what a jerk he must of felt.

Well, he started dabbling around in witchcraft, with I love the religion myself, and things started getting even more strange.  He didn't tell me how he felt about me.  He just carried on as usual as though that attempted kiss never happened.  But he started to feel dark inside, and while he tried to work through it, the darkness was overcoming him.

He figured he could make something happen on his own, through the use of spells, and used the power and strong desire of his mind to try to put a great power over me.  He stuck this out for a while, and continued to do this on more than one occassion, according to what I saw.  He became more dark as the days passed by, and he tried to figure out a way that he and I could have a promising future together.

Well, he was gone, and I needed socks, and I picked the lock on his bedroom door, and when I walked in, it was all set up like a shrine.  One that I had no idea was even blessing us with it's presence.  In a pot where he burned his spells laid one piece of unburned writing, and my eyes registered he was trying to get me to fall in love with him.  Once again, I was creeped out.

His weird attitude seemed to be looming all the time, and the feeling of me wanting to run was getting stronger by the minute.  I decided I should talk to him about the situation, but then I just couldn't seem to bring it up.  So I decided to see if he kept a journal, as this is common practice with witchcraft, and there it was under his mattress.  I read it from front to back.

This man was creating stronger emotions with each word he wrote, and he was depressed, wanting to commit suicide and trying to figure out how to share me with my husband so he could be happy.  Another uneasy feeling sank over me slowly, leaving my jaw to drop as well.  I had missing pictures of me and my husband being sexually active, and while we never wanted to develop them.  These pictures were submitted unknowingly, and were going to be destroyed when it would be less of a hazard for conditions.  These eight pictures were hidden underneath the journal.

It was a pure invasion of privacy, and a huge conflict took over inside of me.  I lost all ambition to want to talk about things with him and his feelings.  However, over time, I just waited for the window of opportunity to come knocking so that I could deal with the problem itself.

On the surface, he tried to look like he was keeping his promise, and trying to control himself, as he suggested from the start, and would not be trying to do anything that would affect my marriage, or the friendships we all shared.