My wife is possessed by a demon, and I couldn't be happier.

My wife Susan and I weren't always Catholics.<br><br>Growing up, my family was made up of Born Again Christians who shunned the idea of Catholicism. The Pope. The traditions. The saints. It was all too much for us, too close to idolatry, and we knew it. We were true Christians who knew where to draw the line.<br><br>My family went to church twice a week, once on Sunday and then again on Wednesday. Each sermon was almost three hours long, and we'd listen with rapt attention as our preacher went through the Bible line by line, giving us all highly detailed descriptions of what the Lord intended for each and every one of us. Each Sunday, we were reminded that we'd been chosen, picked out of millions of people, destined for greatness. It was our duty to spread His Word, not just to other Christians, but to the heathens as well.<br><br>That's why I decided to become a priest.<br><br>And that's how I met Susan.<br><br>Susan was a **beautiful** woman. Her dark hair nearly reached her waist, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the light, and her lips had the slightest bit of an underbite. Every time she smiled, even if just barely, dimples formed. My whole family fell in love with her, **especially** my mom. <br><br>But when my mom heard that Susan was a 'cradle Catholic,' her demeanor changed. My mom distrusted Catholics. She hated them. In her mind, Catholics were worse than heathens, because they claimed to be Christian, yet they worshiped statues and followed **traditions** instead of the Word of God. After that, my mom acted cold towards Susan, as if Susan had done something wrong. I began to notice it too, how Susan knelt whenever she prayed, how she made the sign of the cross after every prayer. How she insisted on going to Mass on Sundays.<br><br>I was conflicted, caught between my duty as a Christian to witness to her and my growing infatuation. I prayed, praying that the Lord would give me the strength to see **past** her idolatrous practices and witness to her.<br><br>But I couldn't witness to her if we were married.<br><br>I decided to break up with her.<br><br>I was planning on breaking up with her until she fell off of a ladder in the library where she worked. She broke her back, and I was devastated. I stayed with her in the hospital, talking to her, comforting her, praying for her. I began to reevaluate my relationship with her, thinking about how I'd feel if she were to pass on. I knew that I still had feelings for her, and that I couldn't give her up. I decided to ask her to marry me, and she said yes.<br><br>I left the Church, becoming an Episcopalian instead, just for her. We had a beautiful wedding Mass in a Catholic church, and my mom refused to come. She called me a traitor, and I never spoke to her again.<br><br>* * *<br><br>Susan and I were married for 12 years. We had two beautiful girls, Twins, who were our whole world. They went to Catholic school, and they were both active altar servers.<br><br>We were happy.<br><br>But then I started to notice that something was wrong. It started with little things. My youngest daughter would chew on her hair, pulling it from her head and eating it. We'd catch her in the middle of dinner, twirling her hair in her fingers, her eyes staring off into space. My oldest had nightmares, waking us in the middle of the night as she thrashed in her bed, calling out for her Mommy. We had to put her on medication.<br><br>But then I started to notice something wrong with Susan.<br><br>At first, it was just a gut feeling. Susan was distant, always in her head. She'd stare off into space, her eyes unfocused as she chewed on her hair, too. She'd pull at it in frustration, yanking whole locks of hair from her head, leaving bald spots behind. We were both starting to notice, too, that we were running out of food at odd intervals, and we had no idea where it was going. Susan would eat whole loaves of bread, emptying the loaf by herself. We'd buy gallons of milk, and they'd disappear after a day or two. We set cameras up in the kitchen. That's how we found out it was her.<br><br>I remember the first time I saw the video. It was in the middle of the day, and she was standing in the kitchen, eating entire boxes of cookies. She'd open a box of Oreos, shove the entire package in her mouth, and swallow. She'd eat loaves of bread in the same way, tearing into them with her bare hands and splitting them in two before she shoved them into her mouth. She'd drink milk from the gallon jug, tilting her head all the way back as she guzzled it. I watched in horror as she ate an entire rotisserie chicken by herself, just tearing into it with her bare hands.<br><br>I confronted her. Of course I did.<br><br>But she acted like she had no idea what I was talking about. I showed her the videos, and she denied it. She told me that it must have been the dog, or the cat. I told her that I knew it was her, and she cried, telling me that I was calling her a liar.<br><br>I knew it was her, and I knew that she was lying to me, but I also noticed peculiar things about her that couldn't be explained. She'd wake in the middle of the night, crawling on all fours through the house before she'd levitate in our bedroom. I'd find her possessed, speaking in tongues that sounded like gibberish. She'd do it in her sleep, too, uttering whole sentences that I couldn't understand.<br><br>And that's when I knew.<br><br>Susan was possessed by a demon.<br><br>* * *<br><br>I knew that I had to get her an exorcism, and I knew just who to call. I called the local Catholic diocese, asking for a priest to come and perform an exorcism. I gave them a list of all the things she did, the things I'd witnessed, and they agreed to send two priests over.<br><br>I was excited. I knew that they'd be able to rid her of whatever demon had inhabited her body. I called my mom, asking her to come and watch the girls. My mom agreed, and I thanked her profusely. <br><br>The two priests came at around 6 that night. They were carrying bags full of equipment, including a cross, holy water, and some sort of book. They told me that it was called the *Ritual*. It was the traditional prayer manual used by the Church for performing exorcisms, and it was written in Latin. They told me that it was the most effective way to get rid of demons.<br><br>But they warned me that it wouldn't be easy. The demon would fight back, and I'd have to be strong if I wanted to save her. I told them I was ready.<br><br>We began the ritual, and I can't even begin to describe what happened. The demon possessed her, making her body float in the air as she twisted and contorted in ways that I never thought possible. She spoke in several different voices, her eyes rolling back into her head as she shrieked at the top of her lungs. Her skin turned red, and she vomited pea soup everywhere.<br><br>It lasted for 14 hours before the demon left her body. In the end, it was just the two of us in the bedroom, the priests having gone home after hours of praying to no avail. The demon was angry, angry that we'd done this, and it was making its displeasure known. I was covered in pea soup, my ears ringing from her shrieks. I was tired, exhausted, and I didn't know what else to do.<br><br>So I prayed. And prayed. I prayed for hours, begging Jesus to rid her of the demon, to free her from his wrath.<br><br>And then I saw it. A black shadow crawled out of her body, the demon finally gone.<br><br>Susan collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. I hugged her, holding her close as I thanked the Lord for answering my prayers. I held her for hours, tears of joy streaming down my face.<br><br>But then I started to notice something off about her.<br><br>She was acting strange, almost as if she was still possessed. She'd twitch and contort, her eyes flashing black as she let out low roars. She was mean, too, and she'd lash out at me for no reason at all.<br><br>I was confused, and I didn't know what to do.<br><br>So I called the priests back over. They came right away, telling me that they hadn't been gone very long at all. They said they'd just finished getting back to the church.<br><br>"What do you think it is?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice.<br><br>"It can't be the same demon," one of the priests said, crossing himself. "We rid her of that evil presence, we could feel it leaving her body."<br><br>"But what's going on with her, then?" I pressed, tears of sadness streaming down my cheeks.<br><br>"I think it's just...side effects," the other priest said. "She needs time to heal. We'll stay with her for a few days, and-"<br><br>"No," I said, interrupting them. "You don't understand. She's still possessed."<br><br>The two priests exchanged a nervous glance before turning back to me.<br><br>"What do you mean?" one of them asked.<br><br>"She's still possessed," I repeated. "Whatever demon you guys 'exorcised' from her is still there. It might even be worse