They Said Sleeping With Blood Sisters Would Ruin Me. It Didn’t

I’ve been following recent stories about taboo relationships and the belief that these actions automatically bring spiritual consequences. In many societies, there’s a strong conviction that certain personal choices lead to inevitable, unseen punishments.

I read the story of the woman whose man slept with both her and her sister. It made me think, and I want to share my own story. An adventure.

In our part of the world, many people believe these things have deep repercussions. Others do not. I count myself among those who do not, because I engaged in similar acts years ago without witnessing any supernatural effects. That’s not to say I’m proud of it, or that I encourage anyone to do the same. I’m simply sharing an observation from my own life.

I’m almost fifty now. Back then, I was quite a catch, so I had women at my fingertips. I was confident, had a good job, and knew how to talk to women. Looking back, I think it was equal parts charm and recklessness.

About nineteen years ago, I did something that started it all. I had an affair with a girl and her sister. It started with the eldest, who was my muse. We’d been dating for about six months when I met her younger sister at a family gathering. Then I set eyes on the youngest one. She was a different kind of muse, one I couldn’t let go of, so I chased after her. The attraction was instant, almost magnetic. She was aware that her elder sister and I were dating, but she still agreed to be with me. I remember the first time we were alone together. There was this tension in the air, this unspoken understanding that we were crossing a line. But neither of us stopped it.

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I had even more encounters with the younger sister than with the older one. We’d meet at odd hours, at different locations, always careful not to get caught. All these years later, both women are doing fine in their lives. They have husbands, children, stable finances. I’m doing fine too. There have been no repercussions that I can see. No mysterious illnesses, no financial ruin, no family tragedies. Just normal life continuing.

Then, twelve years ago, I had another affair, this time with two sisters who were our neighbors. Again, it started with the older one before it included the younger. We lived in the same compound, so it was easy to create opportunities. Neither was aware I was involved with the other. I’d visit the older one on weekdays, claiming to borrow something or drop off something. The younger one, I’d see on weekends when she came home from university. To my knowledge, there have been no repercussions for any of us. They both got married, moved away, started families.

Somewhere in the 1990s, I had a relationship with a woman in her mid-forties. Her first son was my age, but she didn’t care. We were actually friends, played football together on weekends. The irony wasn’t lost on me, but it didn’t stop me either. She was lonely, her husband was always traveling for work, and I was young and available. I didn’t care either. Age was just a number, after all. She was lonely, her husband traveled a lot for work, and I was young and eager.

Later, I liked her daughters and went after them too. There were two of them, all in their twenties. I had all of them in my bed at different times. We had several encounters over the course of about two years. It sounds impossible, I know, but when you live in close proximity and there’s mutual attraction, these things happen more easily than you’d think.

Eventually, their mother discovered my relationship with one of the daughters. I think she saw a text message on the girl’s phone. She complained. She nagged. She threatened to tell my family. But in the end, she took no real action, and so my affairs with all three of them continued. I think part of her didn’t want the scandal to come out.  That was many years ago, and I don’t know of any ill effects on any of us. I haven’t heard that anything has happened to any of them either.  The daughters are all married now with children of their own.

A fourth instance happened around twenty years ago, with another set of two sisters. This one was briefer, lasting maybe eight months total. Today, I’m fine, and from what I know, the women are fine too. One of them runs a successful business. The other married and moved abroad.

There were other instances involving relatives who were not direct sisters, cousins mostly, and again, everyone involved has carried on with their lives without any mysterious fallout.

I’m only citing these instances to make a point. In my experience, the idea of automatic spiritual punishment depends entirely on what you choose to believe. If you believe strongly that these actions will bring curses or bad luck, maybe they will, through the power of your own mind and guilt. But if you don’t believe it, if you simply see it as choices people make, then life goes on. I share this not out of pride, but because my reality has simply been different from the common warning.

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I’m not saying what I did was right. I’m not saying it didn’t hurt people, because I’m sure it did in ways I never saw or understood. But I am saying that the automatic spiritual consequences people talk about, the curses and mysterious punishments, I haven’t seen them. Not in my life, and not in the lives of the women involved, as far as I know.

Make of that what you will.

—Theo

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