A/N: Okay, here I am with a new story! Lol. Okay a few things you should know.

a) Barbara Jean isn't pregnant yet.

b) Cheyenne isn't pregnant yet.

It was a strange but not unusual day for the Hart family. Everything had been hectic lately, one fiasco after the other. Brock and Reba had been fighting more than ever, and it seemed that they were only okay with each other when they were a part. There they sat in therapy, waiting for the therapist and attempting to save their marriage.

The children had stayed home. It was better after all since, they wouldn't miss much. It was a normal routine for them lately. Their parents went to therapy to try and mend their relationship, but ending up fighting over who was at fault.

Brock was in and out of the house lately, spending a lot of time at his office, and in cheap motels. So, like every other week they sat there in therapy. It wasn't even optional, it was court mandated therapy. They sat near each other looking into space, neither one of them saying a word. They knew if they talked, it would ignite a fight that would end badly.

Reba turned around to look at Brock, who was staring at her. "Can I help you?" she snapped.
"Reba, I don't think this is working out." he said as he looked away from her eyes.

"Excuse me?" she asked.
"Reba-" he started.

"You're not even working on this marriage any more Brock!" she paused. "I'm the one working on it, alone. You don't do anything but spend all your time locked up in that stupid office of yours!" she yelled as she felt her anger rise.

"Hey! I have a lot of work to do in my office!" he snapped.
"Oh do you really? I bet that Barbara Ann girl is really helping you, isn't she?" she said.
"It's Barbara Jean-" he started but only to be cut off again.
"Since when do you care what her name is?"
"Well-"
"Then why did you correct me? You must really have feelings for her, in order to snap at me for getting her name wrong." she argued.

"Reba, we're getting no where with this argument." he stopped.
"You didn't answer my question, Brock." she stopped as she tried to calm down. "I want to know the truth. What's going on between the two of you?"

He looked at her as if defeated and spoke. "Reba, I'm sorry. It's just that you and I were going through some rough times, and when you kicked me out, she was there. To talk to me and to listen to what I had to say, she was the only one there who could do that. So we just ending up talking, but then it led to more than just talking, and it seemed as if it was a leisure activity."

She felt tears roll down the side of her cheek. Her marriage was slowly crumbling, and now to hear that her husband was having an affair it killed her even more. It was a type of slow suicide. He saw the tears run down her cheeks and he wasn't sure what he would be able to do at the moment. He wanted to comfort her but wasn't sure on how she would take it.
Reba's mind kept replaying what was just happening. Suddenly, she felt claustrophobic, her thoughts and the tension in the room surrounding her. She grabbed her purse, and ran as far as she could towards the car, Brock's voice slowly reducing, with the distance she ran.

She got to the car and didn't even wait to open the car door, she let it out. Her eyes poured with tears as if it were Niagara falls, and her mascara ran down her cheeks. It wasn't when she heard Brock coming close.

"Reba…" he began and he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't touch me." she retorted.

"No matter what happens, I will always love you." he stated.

She scoffed. "Bull! If you loved me you wouldn't do this! You wouldn't have done what you did! You're a pathetic liar. What are we going to tell the kids? No, you know what I'll tell the kids the truth. I'll tell them how their bone-headed father was never committed to his marriage in the first place!" she yelled.

"Honey, listen to me please."
"Don't you dare call me honey. I don't need to listen to your crap!"
"This is why we never get along! You never want to listen to me any more." he snapped back.
"Oh Brock, stop with all this 'you never listen to me crap'. I've been going through a lot lately, and not once did you ever listen to me!"

"Yeah, but to get you to open up about it, it's never possible!"

"Oh please, like you would ever listen."

"You always underestimate me, I'm a very good listener!" he paused. "And at least I tried to get you to open up, but you enjoyed sulking so much, that it was impossible."

"I don't have to listen to this bull. I'm leaving." she said as she started to get into the car.

"So what are you just gunna leave? It's all you ever do lately any way."

"Ha." she scoffed. "This is coming from a guy, who claims to be 'working' in office, when in reality he's running away from his marriage and having sex with his dental hygienist!"

"Reba, please. I'm sorry I did it, but God you don't have to bring it up all the time. It was a mistake! People make mistakes." he tried to reason.

"No! Some intelligent people know, that you don't go and make these 'mistakes' when you've got a wife and three kids at home, who think that you're willing to make the marriage work!"

"I tried to work on the marriage!" he yelled.

"You tried? So what, did you get tired, so you stopped trying? Is that it? Do you understand the consequences of this are? Do wedding vows mean anything to you? I can't believe you."

She stopped as tears started to form in her eyes again as she said the next part. "You were the one who promised, that we'd grow old together."

Soon, tears started to form in Brock's eyes. "Reba, I want to be with you, I'm willing to give our marriage a second chance."

"Brock, maybe I'm not ready to give our marriage a second chance after what you did ."

As she stated those words, it seemed to collapse Brock's heart into tiny shattered pieces. It hurt her just as much to say them.

"We'll settle this with the lawyers, come pick up the kids whenever you want. Come by to pick up the rest of your stuff tomorrow. This is best for both of us." she said as she got into the car.

Lawyers? Pick up the rest of his stuff? Brock knew she actually meant it was over. It was over for them. She was asking for a divorce. He knew he still loved her, and it would take forever to get over her, but it was that, that made him willingly give the divorce to her. She deserved better. He was afraid of what his kids would think of him. Who knows what this would lead to?

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