Thanks ladies. I was hopeful that we could try to work things out but the shoe hit the fan yesterday when he told his mother she could come stay with us without even asking me about it or getting my opinion. From there it's been a rollercoaster of a ride today, which eventually ended with me finding out about the voodoo.
I don't really see us getting back together because his mother will always be his mother no matter what and that's never gonna change. My best bet is to pick myself and leave while I still can.
As for the voodoo, whenever we went to her house, I would eat what she cooked. Didn't realize that she was dishing the food out and had it set and would hand me my bowl before I ate, so I'm pretty sure she's the reason I was almost near death back in April.
Then this afternoon, my mother went to check the boiler in my apartment and a BIG grey bird flew up towards the ceiling and then crashed down. Come to find out the bird was placed there, (if you saw how this room looked, you'd know it's not possible for a bird to just fly there, aside from the fact that my doors are never just left wide open) and in the Berber tradition, you place a grey bird in the house of a couple that you want to break up. They say when the bird dies, the love dies as well.
I was very hurt, and partially still am, but I'm more so concerned for my life and the lives of my family at this point.