Wreaking havoc
Marrying at 24, life was good. Felicio was my first love, a piano teacher with my own school. But, two years on, Felicio came home sobbing… A gambler, he was in so much debt, we’d lost our home. Though my family put us up, our marriage crumbled. I lost my business, too. Back then, divorce was taboo so we struggled on. But, 10 years later, Felicio, 34, died from cancer. And, although it sounds awful, it allowed me to start again. Or so I thought… During his illness, Felicio had often fumed, ‘Why should you stay alive, having fun?’ One day, talking to my sister Silvia, Felicio’s alarm clock rang. ‘He never used that!’ I spluttered, fretting. After, things got worse. The oven would turn itself on, the cake mixer whizz into action, unplugged, the microwave ping to life. I knew it was all down to Felicio. My aunt gave me positive affirmations. ‘Words will protect you,’ she comforted. There were still nights when I’d awake to a male voice calling my name. But, four months on, the torment stopped. Had I beaten his curse..? It’s been 16 years since Felicio died, and I’m still getting back on my feet. My new food business, Santo Fit, set up with my son Lucas Saden, is taking off. I've been to a Japanese healing centre that uses divine light to dissolve spiritual impurities. And it finally seems that Felicio has left me in peace.