Spencer learned she would be going to some place, with a man that was on the show that week also, to spaz out. She felt awkward and couldn't remember what the name of the woman was that they were meeting, she thought it was Debbie.

"So..." Spencer drawled out, trying to break the ice and make the drive there less awkward. "Uh, My name is Spencer."

"Justin." He said as he shook her hand. Spencer smiled brightly at him.

"That's my son's name, too!" The man looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"That's weird." If Spencer was happy before, she definitely wasn't now.

"Why the hell is that weird?" She spat. His face looked alarmed at how pissed she was.

"No, no, no! I just meant you're so young and you look like you haven't had anything bigger than an olive to eat in your life." He explained to her apologetically.

"Oh," Spencer muttered and turned red with embarrassment. "Sorry for getting pissy with you."

He waved her off and grinned. "I'm the one who should be sorry! I made it seem like I was insulting you."

Spencer liked him. He was sort of like her father. Spencer talked the rest of the two hour car ride there with him. She found out his wife of 18 years had cheated on him over 80 times and refused to let him see his 4 year old twin girls, Gabi and Mandy. He tried to commit suicide then found out about the 'Ex-Wives Club' and sent a tape in.
Spencer told him the reason she was there and for the first time she didn't cry while telling her story.

'Blah! This is so boring!' Spencer thought.

She was standing in a room, blindfolded, with a group of others while some woman was explaining for the second time what they were going to do and why. She wasn't brain dead and didn't need things spelled out for her, she knew what she had to do. I mean how hard is it to scream?

"Okay, begin!" The woman shouted and everyone, except Spencer, screamed bloody murder.

"Holy shit!" Spencer shouted as she ripped her blindfold of and shoved her index fingers in her ears. It didn't work, she could still hear everything crystal clear.

She glanced around to see what everyone, epically her new friend Justin or as he likes to be called 'J.D.', was doing. They were screaming like they were supposed to. But they weren't just screaming they were saying yelling things like 'How could you do this to me' or 'I hope she was worth it'.

"Why aren't you doing the exercise, Spencer?" The woman, whom Spencer decided on calling Debbie in her mind, asked her.

Spencer wheeled around and stared at her soundlessly.

"Well?" She asked impatiently, tapping her right foot lightly against the hardwood floor.

Spencer shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I don't know. I guess because it seems pointless."

"Just try it and if it's so pointless you can stop." Debbie staid. Spencer rolled her eyes and gave a less than half hearted yell, causing Debbie to sigh.

"You aren't getting into it!" Debbie exclaimed. "Thing of everything Ashley put you through. She lied, cheated, and let you and your son high to dry."

Spencer's jaw began to get tighter with every word Debbie said and her knuckles were white from her clutching her hands into fists so hard.

"Think of those things and yell!"

Spencer hesitated a moment and then yelled as loud as she possibly could, "I FUCKING HATE ASHLEY DAVIES!"