Reba Hart was sitting peacefully in her living room, or what seemed to be peacefully. Inside her mind all she could think about was how many times Brock said that he had hurt her and felt like he made a mistake by leaving her and marrying Barbra Jean. Barbra Jean was the hygienist that Reba hired to replace her down at Brock's office because she thought that she was the type of person that made "a man want to come home to his wife," but that wasn't the case. Instead, she ended up having an affair with Brock. After working on their marriage and trying to save it, Brock announced that he and Barbra Jean were having a baby, and a divorce was coming their way. On top of that Cheyanne, Brock and Reba's oldest daughter, had gotten pregnant at the age of seventeen. That was seven years ago, and although she resented Barbra Jean for destroying her marriage to Brock, she had grown to like her somewhat.

Reba had been fighting with herself and her feelings for Brock. Yes, she resented him but there was always a love due to him being the father of their three children. Recently she had been feeling like that was another love feeling that she was trying to hide. Though no one knew that she was feeling like this, she felt like she needed to tell someone.

Brock and Barbra Jean had been having problems, and part of the problem was that Brock thought that he had made a mistake by leaving Reba. They would fix things and for a while they would be happy, but then after a while Brock would start getting depressed again. Reba always wondered why that was, but she knew that the best thing for them was to not be together. Things weren't good between them, and they just needed to remain friends, no matter how bad she wanted to be anything more than friends.

Brock walked into the living room, without knocking like he always did, breaking Reba out of her thought. "May I help you?" Reba said with a sarcastic tone in her voice.

"I just needed to get away from home for a while. Barbra Jean has been driving me crazy so much lately." Brock said as he then took a seat on the couch.

"I know, because every time she drives you crazy you come over here and drive me crazy!" Reba said as she then smirked her famous smirk at him. "Honestly Brock, don't you think it's a little weird that you come to your ex-wife's house to get away from your wife?" She asked as she leaned her back against the arm of the chair so she could be facing him.

Brock looked at his ex-wife and propped his feet up on the coffee table that was in front of them. "Kind of ironic isn't it?" Reba rolled her eyes to his question. His body was still a nice shade of tan, and his blue eyes were brighter than ever.

"All I'm saying is that maybe you should go home and deal with your wife. Try to fix things with her instead of coming over to my house to get away!" Reba said even though she wasn't shocked that Brock was over at her house because Barbra Jean was going crazy. She guessed that Barbra Jean was going crazier than usual because she had always been crazy.

"I can't go home right now, Reba. She's being hysterical, and you know I can't stand a hysterical woman." He said moving his hands in the air.

Reba rolled her eyes. She hated when he said that, and he'd say it anyone got hysterical around him. She knew that their three kids were upstairs so she was trying not to yell and argue with the man that was sitting across from her. "Brock you really need to go home and work things out with your wife."

"I don't think I want to." Brock said, as he continued to sit on the chair.

When Reba heard this she jumped out of her seat and looked at him. "What do you mean you don't want to?! Brock, she's your wife!" Reba said as she walked over to the window that was between the living room and kitchen.

"I don't think I want to work things out with Barbra Jean. Things aren't what they used to be, Reba." Brock said as he stood up, looking at his ex-wife.

Reba rolled her eyes and slammed her arms against her side. "Well why not?!"

Brock looked at her, fighting back what he really wanted to say. "They just aren't. For a while I'd be happy and then that happiness would go away. Then I'd find myself right back to where I started." Brock said as he looked at Reba. "Reba, my marriage with Barbra Jean no longer makes me happy."

"Brock, this is just a midlife crisis, well a second midlife crisis! You shouldn't even get this midlife crisis because you already had one, remember? That's when you left me for her!" Reba said as she looked at Brock. No matter how bad either one of them wanting the affair to be forgotten, it couldn't.

Brock walked over to the kitchen and got a beer as Reba followed him. "This isn't a midlife crisis, Reba! This is what is going on in my life, and I have to do something to change it. Barbra Jean has been doing things to make her happy, but nothing I do has been making me happy. Maybe getting out of this marriage will make me even a little happier than I am now."

Reba looked at Brock and sat in a chair by the kitchen table. "What does Barbra Jean say about this?"

"Well one minute she agrees and then the next she gets all hysterical, and then I come here because I can't deal with it." Brock said as he sat at the island looking at his ex-wife, admiring her beauty.

Reba rolled her eyes at her ex-husband. What did he think he was doing? "Brock, I'm going to ask you this question one time. Are you having an affair?"

"What?!" Brock asked looking at her.

"You heard me Brock. It happened to me, and oddly enough I don't want to see it happen to Barbra Jean. So if you're having an affair you need to tell me right now." Reba said crossing her arms against her chest.

"I am not having an affair on Barbra Jean. I lost one wife by doing that I am not going to lose another wife by doing that. That's not the reputation that I want. Heck, I already have those jokes about me getting divorced and then married. I don't need anymore." Brock said as he glanced over at Reba and then started drinking his beer. "I just have feelings that I need to sort through right now. I need to figure out rather to follow my heart or my head."

Reba looked at Brock, shocked by what he was saying. "What does that mean Brock? You have feelings that you have to sort through?"

"Yes Reba. I am a human being so I have feelings!" This remark caught Reba's attention as she rolled her eyes, got out of her chair and walked towards the living room.

"Get out of my house!" She said as she pointed towards the front door. Brock looked at her and crossed his arms. "I want you out and I want you out now."

Brock got out of the chair that he was sitting in and walked into the living room. He then turned around and looked at the fiery red head. "Reba, I'm sorry. I feel like ever since I was diagnosed with depression a few years ago everyone is thinking that everything I go through is a midlife crisis, or a joke. It's not though. I'm going through things right now that I never thought I'd have to go through." Brock said as he looked at Reba.

Reba was now speechless. She absolutely hated seeing that Brock was in pain, despite how much pain he had previously put her through. "Brock, I know that things haven't been easy on you lately, and I'm really sorry for that. I truly am. But you can't keep coming over here every time something goes wrong in your life."

Brock understood what Reba was staying. He knew that he hadn't been making things easy on Reba, and she wasn't even in this relationship. "Reba, I'm sorry. For everything." He said as he walked out of the front door, shutting it a little loud behind him. Reba was unaware that Cheyanne was upstairs hiding behind the wall next to the stairs so she could hear everything that was going on.