Money can't please her in bed

Chapter 12

"One day you'll regret giving up your dreams for Paul", I heard my mother's voice in my head. I was 20 years of age when she told me that. I was buying a wedding dress from a tailor that lived a mile from our home. I was excited. I danced and giggled. It was a beautiful dress and I loved Paul dearly. Back in those days to get a man like Paul to be interested in you was a big deal. I gave up everything for Paul. This was not how I envisioned our future; I saw the signs earlier on when Paul refused to let me follow my dreams, but I was so in love, so I threw it all out to be his housewife. I thought well then, he is my husband, and a wife should make a husband happy.

Looking back fills my heart with anger and rage. I should have listened to my parents. I now know that they knew what was best for me. Paul doesn't care what happens to me. All he cared about was having a big career and a pretty hot wife on his arm. I was used by my own husband like a prop in a stage play. I was only useful to Paul for the moment.

I sat on the balcony and sipped at my cup of coffee. I reminisced on the past and how I made a fool of myself by marrying Paul. I should have taken the opportunity and went to England. I saw a shadow over me and quickly turned around to see who it was. It was Paul, grinning down at me. I shift my body and sit up. I looked at him from head to toe.

"How may I help you?" I asked and got up. I was growing great resentment for Paul. I wanted to hate him.

"Why are you behaving like this with me Darla" he shouted

I did not answer. I grabbed my handbag and keys and rushed down the stairs to my van. I saw Kevin, he was watering some plants. He waved and smiled at me.

"You need help Mrs. C? He asked

"I could come with you to lift the heavy bags if you want."

"No Kevin, I'm ok. I'll see you later." I shouted back at him and jumped in my van. I needed to get as far away from Paul as I could. Every time I look at him, I saw that little boy. I could not get the memories out of my head. Kevin had betrayed me. I just could not play a life as his humble housewife any longer. I wanted to be free. I wanted my youth back.

I drove with tears flowing down my cheeks. All I had to show for the years I spent with Paul was materialistic things and loneliness. I was trapped for years in my own perception of what I wanted my marriage to be, I overlooked the reality of my marriage. I was never happy with my marriage; I was in love with the thought of being married to a successful man.

I drove to up to the ATM on West Street in the parish and went inside the machine. I withdraw some money and go back into my van. As I proceeded on my journey, I saw grandmothers with their grandkids and felt myself falling deeper into my sorrows. That was the life I wanted. I drove to a condo that Paul and I had bought 3 years ago but never really used it, as usual he was too busy to enjoy life with me. I parked the van Infront of the building and flung hands on the steering wheel in frustration.

An idea struck me. I need to call Kevin to spend some time with me here. I need to go back and pretend nothing happen and then Kevin and I could plan a trip to come spend some quality time here and clear my head. I will tell Mary about it. She is an expert on these kinds of schemes. She will know what to do.

I pulled my cellphone out and called Mary. As soon as she answered I wasted no time to vent to her.

"Mary you were right!" I blurted. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

"You get call from the agency?" she asked

"Then D you really never know all this time?

"You never see the signs?"

"But you really blind!"

"Tap eh bawling man, all you do tek a next man"

"Bun him up"