Brock sat on his own couch, trembling with all of his emotions,
"Brock?"
"Oh, hey Barbra Jean!" he croaked, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"I think we need to talk..."
"Umm- do we? Yeah- talk."
"I know, you know that you know I know- well- I know."
"Know what?"
"Brock I want a divorce."
"A-a divorce?"
"Yes..." She put her hand in his.
"We tried, really hard Brock, to-to make it work, and I don't think it has."
"So you're unhappy?"
"Not necessarily, I'm happy, but I'm happy convincing myself that we are happy together, and that's not the case..."
"Barbra Jean, you're really confusing me."
"We aren't in love with each other, we love each other because of Henry, because of our marriage, we don't belong together Brock, and I want to have a time in my life where I can be happy and in love with the man of my dreams, and you're not-"
"Okay-" he said a bit hurt, almost relieved that he wouldn't have to explain himself about this afternoon at Reba's.
"That's it? No argument, you didn't even try and convince me to stay?"
"Not if you're right, and you're right, I'll call our lawyer today and we'll get the papers written up.."
"What about Henry?"
"Joint custody, please BJ don't take my son away.."
"I wouldn't."
"I guess, I guess I'll be out of the house tonight..."
"You don't have to leave-"
"I- just feel that would be the right thing..." he sighed, standing on his feet.
Brock, made his way upstairs to find Henry asleep in his bed, he quickly kissed the top of his forehead, and packed his own things, taking a little bit of everything with him, he didn't know where he would go, or what he would do... Brock wasn't a loner, he needed someone, and he certainly didn't want BJ, even eight years ago he didn't want BJ, nothing had changed.