Free Religious Love by T.P. Horton

can exchange stories and talk about our greatest and not so great sexual encounters. But when the value of a man; is so phenomenal with worth and substance. Who would give out all the dirty details?” Pearl gave a quick soliloquy expounding on honoring the bedroom in secrecy and respect, by dropping wisdom on how to keep your big mouth shut.
                                Olivia got and attitude, “So are you telling me that there is no honor in my marriage because I share sex stories with my friends?”
                                Peal interjected, “That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Why do you think you and that fella of yours stay in so much mess? You got your so called friends sizing him up, dropping seeds of discord and drama in your life.
                                Let me tell you this and I’m going to leave it alone. I’m telling you this because I love you as if you were my own daughter. Look back at all the arguments you and him have had in the past; they all have been surrounded by one of your friends dropping salt. Now you tell me if I’m lying.” Pearl stressed the fact woman to woman, about their marital problems.
                                “Nah you’re not lying,” She put her head down in shame in tears behind mama Pearls hurtful truth as she looked suspiciously at Tammy; her other ace in the hole.
                                “Girl despite what the world may think I’m your friend. When things look fishy, I’m not going to hesitate to tell you.” Tammy defended herself is such a way that it exposed the obvious to everyone in the room except Tammy.
                                Pearl just shook her head at the dishonor Tammy boldly displayed. She realized that this generation had no real code of conduct in the term friendship; it was a term that was lost, right along with its cousin named loyalty.
                               
    Chapter 13: Through the Eyes of Pearl
                  For those of you that have not been formally introduced, my name is Pearl. Denien is my daughter whom I love very much with all of my heart. For those of you that do know me, you know that I and my child have had some of the darkest moments in life. God has truly answered my prayer and I’m grateful that we are on good common ground.
                  You ladies probably don’t understand a mother’s love. It may not seem like love at times; you can’t always go by what things may look like. We as women go through so much; growing up as children may not understand until you become an adult.
                  I was not always there as a mother should be concerning proper provision of her child. My first marriage had me so gone, introducing me to crack. I had an addiction that came first regardless of the needs of my children.
                  I often beat myself up because of those regretful times and hardships in my life. Like my mother use to tell me, It’s never a regret because at one time; I wanted no matter how hard we as people will try to deny the fact.”
                  She was absolutely right and I’ll never be combative or debate with her. We may not want to hear or like what our parents say.  One day we’ll experience the cold wisdom they displayed for our hard heads. If she was living today; I would bow and tell her how much she was right.
                  I knew that my struggle with the white man’s drug had imprisoned me for 20 years of my life. I was its obedient slave. It told me to leave my children to fend for themselves; I left and obeyed my master. I worshiped my God and just like Jesus; nothing came before my time with crack.
                  Through all of that I saw my daughter hold the fork down and fill my position. She