The Witch

The day I realized I was a witch was the day my ex fiancé showed is true colors. He got home from work and seen I made dinner for him. He took one bite and he had said he didn’t like it. I told him I would fix him something else for dinner; he stood up and threw me into the stove and told me how terrible I was at cooking. I kept apologizing and I’m not sure for what because I had done nothing wrong. That man had the nerve to call me a bad mother to our 1 year old son and that is what made me mad. So mad I looked at him and picked him up with my mind and threw him through our livingroom wall. He was knocked out cold. That night I packed up my son and I’s things and we left. From then on out I promised I would always protect him and only think about him. It’s been a year and a half since that incident and his father hasn’t contacted me to see him. I won full custody because he never even showed up to court. My little man and I have been doing better than ever though. I am just super lonely. Talking to a text and a half year old all day every day gets boring. He thinks it is fun when I do magic. My eyes glow blue and I start moving his toys around for him or outside the leave will circle him and form shapes. I wouldn’t know what to do without this little boy. He is my world.