Money can't please her in bed

Chapter 27

“You really leaving Darla?’’ Mary questioned in disbelief. She placed her hands at her hip and looked down at me.

“Yuh serious sah,” she said and placed the kitchen towel over her shoulder.

I gazed up at her and she gave me a pitiful look. “Mary I need the space, no use hanging on to a love that is already gone.”

“The old oak tree has finally widowed and it is slowly dying. I need to make peace with myself and learn how to forgive Paul and myself for being a foolish housewife all those years.”

“Like a caterpillar I want to be transformed into a butterfly and fly far away.”

Mary nodded and looked at me as if she understood and supported my decision.

“I know this is the right thing May” I continued.

“I feel piles of loads moving from my shoulders more and more each day.”

“It’s going to be hard, I know but I need to do something for myself for a change.”

“And Mary I want to go to church!”

“I want to dress up on Sundays and travel to church for service”

“I want to learn more about God”

 Tears filled my eyes as the words expel from my lips. I finally was able to express what I truly wanted for myself and not what society, my husband, or friends wanted. I knew in my heart that I was making the right decision to shed the skin of my past and move on. There was one last thing left to gain in order for me to feel really free, I needed to get Paul to sign those divorce papers but how? Paul was never one to give up easily.

I decided to drive past Paul’s little family home one last time before I went home to see what he needed to talk about. There were times when I thought of confronting her or even taking her to

court but I thought better of it since I was not willing to face that level of embarrassment.

I got to the house and it seemed quiet for a while until I saw the kids running from around the back to the front. They ran excitedly to a swing set and jumped up and down.

“Please daddy! Push me!” the eldest said as Paul walked over to them.

I froze when I saw that Paul was really there. I blinked in disbelief. I flung my hands to the car steering and the horned let out a long beep.

Paul looked up in fright. He moved quickly in my direction.

The boys turned around and appeared to be frightened too.

“Darla! What are you doing here?” Paul shouted and ran towards my van.

I stormed off without answering. I looked through my rearview mirror and saw that Paul had his hands on his head standing in the middle of the road.

A gasp escaped my lips.

I tried to control my temper as I drove away from the community.