Married to the Devil: The Genesis

By Jur'nyee Canai

This is my testimony of being married to a man, who was a wolf in sheep's clothing. A depiction of a narcissistic man who's only goal was to deceive, for his own entertainment. He destroyed everything and everyone in his wake. This is a true story of how being desperate to be loved caused my life to be destroyed.

I hope that my struggle within my relationship and within myself is helpful to someone that may be having the same experiences. Love starts from within and far too many people have not learned to love themselves before trying to love someone else. It's easier than you realize to fall into this trap. Blind love is dangerous; blindly loving the wrong man is a death sentence.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9780359184309

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Married to the Devil: The Genesis

Married to the Devil:

The Genesis

Copyright © by Jur’nyee Canai

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

Published in the United States by Lulu.com

Originally published as an e-book 2018.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Singletary, Candyce

Married to the Devil: The Genesis / Candyce Singletary – 1st ed.

ISBN 978-0-359-18430-9

Acknowledgments

First I would like to thank God for everything that I had to go through. It made me the person that I am today. I am forever grateful for your grace and mercy, and that you are faithful when I am unfaithful.

Thank you goes to my mom and my best friend. You two were there to pick up the pieces of my life when it all fell apart. You are such an intricate part of the story. I could not have made it through without your love and support.

Thank you to Sister Pam. You have no idea the angel that you were to me during this particular time of my life. I know that angels walk among us because you are one of my angels.

Lastly, certainly not least. Thank you to the love of my life. You are an inspiration like no other. Your listening ear, your wisdom and your discernment are just some of the things that make you dope. I had to go through all of these things in my life for the exact moment in time when we met. I knew that God had a plan for me. The events of this book are the journey, but you are the destination. Without going through the storm, I wouldn’t be crafted and ready for you. I love you to life!

PREFACE

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy… The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy… The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy…..

That bible verse keeps playing over and over in my head, like a broken record. It’s like an internal alarm that keeps going off every so often – way too often when it comes to my husband Lamar. Every time something else happens in my life, because of him, that same partial verse, just that part, runs through my mind.

Folks, listen. A woman’s intuition is almost never wrong. The Lord equipped women with a specific set of skills that He gave only to us. In my life, that intuition is most definitely God speaking to me; giving me warning signs and being that internal alarm. The problem is that I often times just dismiss the alarm blaring in my ear. I tune out the verse that is on repeat, and I almost always proceed past the caution sign right into the danger zone.

Now, for my fellow blood washed believers, I know that the Lord will never lead me where His grace won’t carry me, because His grace is always sufficient. I know that to be true. I KNOW. But in the keep it real department of my life, in my flesh, and sometimes in my spirit, I have questioned God to ask why he has left me in this mess. I wouldn’t be telling the truth if I didn’t say in this marriage I have had to question if God loved me and was still with me.

Well turn the page and I will take you with me on my journey. Be warned, this is not your average Christian book. In fact, it’s not a Christian book at all. I am telling my story, because some of this craziness is so unreal that I couldn’t make it up even if I am that creative; AND I do happen to be a Christian.

Chapter 1

In the beginning

So, it’s August 2011 and I was riding in the car with my best friend Reese. We were having a conversation about relationships. I was just getting over a really terrible break up that had made my world come to a complete halt. I had gone through depression, and had been previously discontent with being alone. The breakup happened in 2009 and I was just at the point of being whole again. As of that moment in the car, I had just told Reese that I was finally ok with being single.

One week later, I was at work and took a call that would forever change the rest of my life.

Yes this is Lamar Riley and I am having trouble transferring my pictures from my windows phone to my HTC.

I helped him with his phone and before you know it, we had been on the phone for 2 hours.

You sound like you have a great personality! I knew that he was trying to reel me in.

I do. We both shared a laugh.

Where are you if I can ask, he said.

I’m in Rochester, NY. I see you’re a bit further away in DC.

I really wish we could continue this conversation. I know the calls are recorded but…. His conversation trailed off like he was thinking of what he could say next.

I’m going to speak in code. Are you m-a-r-r

That’s absolutely not code sir. No I am not married. We both shared another laugh.

I wish there was a way to get back in touch with you, but I will get someone else if I call back in huh?

Yes sir. The calls are routed to the next available rep.

I just wish there was a way that I could reach you again. Hmmm.

In an effort to step outside my normal comfort zone, I sent Lamar a text message to his phone with my phone number and my name.

Oh. I’m getting a message. Hold on one second. He begins to read the message out loud, This is Capri, my number is –.

Yes um, I don’t want you to read that out loud ok? The calls are recorded and I don’t need to hear your personal messages.

A light bulb finally went off for him and he realized it was me sending him my number. We both shared a final laugh and then we ended the call. I didn’t have a clue that this could go anywhere, especially since he lived in DC and I in NY. I was just glad to have a male friend that I could talk to and bounce things off of.

A few months went by and we talked every day, several times a day. I checked out his facebook page and he checked out mine.  We discussed if there were any children that we each had. I told him about my only child from a previous marriage, and he told me about a son that had during a one night stand with a previous girlfriend that he had broken up with. I told my mom and my best friend about him. They were excited that I finally seemed to be moving on from a part of my life that was a disaster, and moving forward.

One day, I was at my mother’s house and I was on the phone with Lamar, and I found myself tuning him out. I took the phone away from my ear and thought to myself, he talks a lot. I dismissed the thought. I tried to get back into the conversation, and found once again that I was tuning him out. My next thought was that it was odd that a man talked this much and seemed to over explain things – really over explain. I couldn’t dismiss it this time, so I went over to my mom so I could get a different perspective on the situation.

Mom. He talks so much and it’s kind of irritating.

Is that a deal breaker? I mean is that the only thing so far that you don’t really care for?

I guess it’s not really a deal breaker but it’s annoying and I end up not really listening because he is talking so much.

You might just be over thinking it. Talking too much is not the worse attribute that someone can have.

I finally ended the phone conversation with Lamar, because I had still been on the phone with him while asking my mom these questions. In my spirit, I was just really annoyed and sort of put off by the fact that he talked way too much and had a lot of explanations about things that I never even asked about. Something about it just didn’t sit well with me, but in reliable Capri fashion, I dismissed the thought and feelings.

September rolls around and we are still talking everyday. By this time I have learned that he was a police officer, who had branched off into his own business. His official title was an executive body guard; someone who is hired to protect high level corporate executives. He had been doing that for just a few years. I also learned that he used to be a Guardian Angel, and that he had owned a home which he had built from the ground up. He dabbled in a few different industries over the years, which ranged from construction and architecture to being an EMT.

I talked about my work history and that I had been at the same job for 9 years at the time and the different positions that I held. I talked about how I had lived in Rochester all my life, then moved to Maryland for a few years and then moved back. He talked about being stationed in Ft. Drum in Upstate NY for a while, so he was familiar with certain places. He had done security detail in NYC every year for the