My name is Darla. At sixty years old, I finally decided to choose myself.
I had sewn my own blush pink wedding dress by hand, believing this day would mark a fresh beginning. I never expected it to turn painful… before becoming unforgettable.
Life didn’t unfold the way I imagined. My husband left when our son, Wells, was just three …
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