Chapter 22

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When you come to the end of a rope Darla yuh tie a knot and hang on The words flowed so freely from Marys lips but how could she when she was the one who started this in the first place. She pushed me to investigate my husband.

She had begun to contradict her advice. One minute she tells me to leave Paul and the next, she wants me to hang on to a love that has already gone.

I gave her a questionable look, Mary mek up yuh mind!

Left Paul or nuh left Paul?

Darla yuh ago run left so much money and yuh nice house give gyal? she hissed.

I frowned, All the money in the world could not buy my happiness, Mary!

I want to be free, like a blackbird I must not be caged any longer.

I lifted my head to the sky and exhaled a loud breath of frustration.

If you mean me well, and I know you do, let me make a decision on my own for once my friend.

I am tired of being told what and how to do the things I do in my life.

It is for that same very why reason I stayed with Paul so long when deep down I knew we had grown apart.

I was pleasing the world and living in fear of what people would think.

I Darla Clarke, soon to be Darla Brown again, want to break free from the chains that everyone ties so tightly around my feet.

Mary looked at me in amazement and got up from her chair. She clapped her hands together and then hugged me tightly, the same way she did when we were kids.

Live for you my friend, live for you and nobody else.

I smiled and wrapped my hands around her neck and for the first time in weeks I have felt like everything was finally going to be alright.

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