After a few more weeks on the road, we finally finish the tour up. The public has found out about me and Ronnie, and they love it. We have been considered to be the couple of the year. Our divorces were finalized, also.

I am at home alone, Ronnie is out doing "work". I say it like that because lately, he has been acting differently, and I don't know why.

He has been going out a lot lately, and sometimes when I finish up a show, he is no where to be found. Anytime I try and bring it up, it usually ends in an argument. Tonight he said he hated some work to do at the studio, but I tend to not believe him, and I hate it.

I talked to Barbra about it, and she said it's probably nothing, I hope she's right.

It's going on about midnight, and I have not heard one thing from Ronnie. I have tried calling him, no answer. Last time this happened, it didn't end well. I was getting worried.

Around 1am when I was about to give up, I heard his car pull up into the driveway. I was pissed at this point. Not one word from him all night.

He walked, well more like stumbled in the door, he was obviously drunk. "Hey Red." he said to me. He walked over and tried to give me a kiss but I just backed away from him and crossed my arms across my chest. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? I haven't heard from you all day! We had plans today being our first day back home, and you said you had work to do, which is fine, I understand. But now you come home drunk!"

He rolled his eyes and sighed, crossing his arms just like mine. He was having a little trouble keeping his balance. "I was working all day, and so I went to the bar after work, so what?"

"So what?! I haven't heard one word from you all day, that's what's what! I have been sitting here waiting for you all night." I was yelling at this point.

He started to walk away from me. "I am done with this." He got halfway to the stairs before he tripped over his own feet.

"See! You can't even walk!" I exclaimed.

He stood up. "Oh, get off my damn back!"

I was really pissed off at him. "Fine! I will get off our damn back. Get drunk all you want, I don't care." I stormed upstairs straight to my room and locked the door. I cried myself to sleep.

I came downstairs the next morning to Ronnie sleeping on the couch. I was still upset about last night. I went right into the kitchen and made myself some coffee. I text Barbra and told her what happened, she was in shock. So was I.

Ronnie walked in while the coffee was still brewing. "Good morning." he said. I didn't respond. "I'm really sorry about last night." he walked over to me.

"Why did you go out and get drunk?" I asked him.

He sighed and hung his head. " I wasn't planning on it eventually, I just went to the bar for a few, and before I knew it, we were fighting. I really don't remember anything in between."

I started to pour myself a cup of coffee. "That doesn't explain why you were ignoring my calls." I walked away from him and sat at my table.

He followed me and sat down on the chair beside me. "I know, and I was wrong, I just wanted to be alone. I was stressing out over work, and I needed to have some beers. I really am sorry Reba." he grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it.

I really hated to be mad at him, I guess I could forgive him this time. "Ok, I forgive you."

He smiled at me. "Thank you." he gave me a kiss.

"You're welcome. Shelby has a race later today, want to come with?"

"I would love to."

"Great. I feel guilty over missing his last one. He had one the day we came back from Vegas, but, well, you know why I missed it. But I feel bad."

"I am sure he understands, he's a good kid."

"He says he's not mad at me about it, he understood, but I hate missing his races." I took a sip of my coffee. "He still hasn't talked to his father."

"The boys hurt, he's angry that his dad did this to his mother."

"I get it, I just wish he wouldn't completely disown his father."

"Give him time, I am sure he will come around."

We headed to the tracks to see Shelby race. When he told me he wanted to be a race car driver, I was kind of hesitant about it at first, but I support him in whatever decisions he makes. I love seeing him race, but he makes me very nervous at times.

"Hey mom, Ronnie." Shelby greeted us both and hugged me.

"HI Shelby, I have missed you." I said as we let go.

"I have missed you too, mom. How are things going?"

"Haven't been better." I smiled at him.

"I am nervous." Shelby said. He started to rub his palms against the front of his pants.

"Oh honey, you will do great tonight. You are a great driver." I told my son.

"Yeah Shelby, you are one of the best I have ever seen." Ronnie said.

"Thanks guys. I better get going, wish me luck!"

"Good luck!" said both Ronnie and I at the same time. We both went over and found our seats. Shelby always reserves seats for me when I come to his races.

These places were always noisy. Between the crowd and the racers, you couldn't even hear your own thoughts.

The race started, and Shelby was near the front. It was around the second to last lap, they all turned the corner, and a car lost control and slammed into Shelby's.

The world around me seemed to stop as I watched Shelby's car flip numerous times.