Reba stood there confused and totally thrown off by this unexpected guest. "Uh.. Yea.. Sure, come on in" she stutters." Have a seat."

They both sat on the couch in silence. Reba didn't know who she was or what she wanted and Barbra Jean didn't know how to start this conversation. To kill the awkwardness Reba offered her something to drink.

"Oh no thanks I'm fine." She answers, starring at the floor. She had a hard time looking at the women she caused all this pain too, when she knew Reba didn't do anything to deserve it. And with her being so polite made Barbra Jean feel even worse.

Reba could feel something was terribly wrong and the fact that Barbra Jean wouldn't look at her made her realize this woman was trying to tell her something.

"You're her aren't you?" Reba calmly asks

Barbra Jean just looked up at her, not saying a word, not denying it.

Suddenly Reba felt extremely uncomfortable, all this time she questioned his affair and told herself it 'aint true. She had a emptiness feeling in her stomach now that she knew for sure that it was true, and to top it off the other was woman is sitting right beside her.

Her first thought was doing what Lorianne said. Stab her and put her in the ground. That idea didn't sound so bad considering the situation. Reba shook her head, ridding herself of those evil thoughts. She's here now, and she built up the courage to show up at my door. So there must be something she needs to tell me. The least I can do is listen. She convinced herself to remain as calm as possible and have an open -mind to whatever she was going to say.

Barbra Jean pulled herself together and finally spoke. "Reba, I'm sorry. Brock and I never expected it to get this far. He had no intention of hurting you. He came to me looking for some sort of comfort, intimacy, whatever it was he needed. And foolish me agreed to give into his request."

"So, you knew about me? You knew he was a married man with three children?" Reba asked as her anger was building up again.

"Yes, I did. He spoke about you all the time. It was always Reba loves this.. Reba loves that.. Reba is so cute when.. And pictures of you and the children filled his wallet. Whatever it was he and I had meant nothing to him. It was simply physical."

"Meant nothing to him?" Reba questioned the meaning of that.

"Yes. I hate to admit it, but I've always had a thing for Brock. So at first I thought that maybe I could win him over during his time of vulnerability and he'd be with me forever."

"Oh my.." Getting furious hearing this woman talking about loving her husband, it just made her so angry. She wanted to get her out of her house as quickly as possible. "So why are you here Barbra Jean? Why are you telling me this?" she continued shouting.

Barbra Jean spoke while tears filled her eyes. "He doesn't love me. He loves you Reba. He told me the other day that its over. He said everything we did was a mistake. He cried out in guilt as he opened up and told me that its killing him to see you hurting. He said you are his world, and he'd rather spend and eternity in hell than see you hurt this way."

"He said that?" she asked, her anger was slowly seizing.

"Reba, he says it every time I see him, and finally he couldn't take it anymore and just blew up. He wants me out of his life and he wants to be fully committed to you and his marriage. I'm telling you this because yes, what we did was wrong, but don't leave him Reba, he loves you. And it's a love like this that I see between the two of you that gave me the strength to let him go and tell you the truth. It gave me hope, that maybe, just maybe, one day I will find true love like this. He's speaks very highly of you and is lucky to have someone like you.." Barbra Jean ended.

So overwhelmed by everything Barbra Jean just told her, but also grateful that she came forward with the truth. Reba told her, "Brock and I have a lot to work on in our marriage. It wont just happen over night. I appreciate your concern and even though it was hard for the both of us, thank you for telling me the truth, I would have hated to find this out some other way. I trust, that you wont be seeing Brock again? She asks.

Barbra Jean gets up, ready to leave when she turns to Reba and said, "I won't. It's done and I'm leaving town. And again… I'm sorry.. For everything."

Reba led her to the door and said a sympathetic "I know."

Barbra Jean left and was out of their lives for good. Reba walked over to the couch to resume her nap, when the house phone rang.

"Crappppp…" she yells out. "I 'aint answering that"

The voicemail came on, and she heard Brocks message say, "Reba, its me. The kids and I felt terrible leaving you at home in the condition you were in. So we're turning around and coming home. I hope your resting." There was a moments pause in his message before he continued saying, "I love you… bye."

"Oh great, they are headed home and I haven't even slept yet." she mutters

Reba decides to go upstairs and nap there, that way when the kids get home the noise wont wake her. She crawls into bed and stretches out comfortably. At the corner of her eye she sees their wedding picture on her end table. She glares at it for a moment then turned over to lay on her back. She was still shocked about the talk she just had with Barbra Jean and expected to be experiencing anger and hate towards her husband. But she felt the opposite. She felt at peace. Apparently knowing about it instead of just wondering is much easier to grasp an deal with it. She was deeply hurt because of his actions, but she was also upset with herself. She felt that it was partly her fault for him doing that. He tried to talk to her about how he felt but she shut him out and refused to listen. They let their petty little arguments stay unresolved, and it led to infidelity. If only I listened to him, he wouldn't have felt the need to search for it outside our marriage she told herself. She laid in bed for an hour thinking of how she'd go about dealing with it, and before she knew it, she was asleep.