Yooooooo. Y’all. You guys. My mother fucking witches mailed me a BROOM this week.
No joke.
A broom.
The instructions that came with it said that whenever my ex’s energy starts to fill up my space, SWEEP IT OUT THE GODDAMN DOOR. Then breathe in the clean air, and do something nice for myself.
I Know next to nothing about spells, but I do know that with witc…