I came home with a sense of relief. I feel like we made a big step talking things over, we haven't done it before, and we needed it. For one little moment, I forgot all my pain I was feeling.

I walked into my house to see Narvel sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Hey." I greeted him as I walked over to sit next to him. He didn't even acknowledge me. "What?" I asked.

Still no response from him. Seriously?

"So, you're just going to ignore me?"

He finally looked at me, he was angry. "Why should I talk to you?"

"What is wrong with you?"

He angrily turned off the tv. "I have been trying to talk to you for this past week, I have been trying to discuss wedding plans with you, and the whole time you have been acting like you don't care. I know you're hurting, so am I, he was my son too. I think you forgot that."

I could feel my temper rising. "I'm sorry that I have been mourning the loss of our son, and I don't want to think about wedding plans right now."

"I am just trying to help, but you keep pushing me away. You wont even talk to me anymore. You go hang out with Kix and Ronnie and come home with a huge smile, but you have been treating me like crap at home, and you expect me to just sit here and be ok with this."

"I was talking to them, trying to make amends, we are trying to put everything to rest." I was angry.

"I'm done talking to you." he stood up and went to walk away but I stopped him.

"No, you want to talk, you complain that I am not talking to you, then let's talk."

"No, I am done talking." he tried to go again, but I stopped him again.

"What is your problem?"

"Are you seriously not getting it Reba?" he flailed his arms about in frustration. "What do I have to do, spell it out for you?"

"Why can't you understand that I lost my baby? That I am having a hard time figuring out how to move on with my life! You have three other kids, he was the only one I had!"

"Is that what you think? Just because I have three other kids, does not make losing Shelby any easier! I am trying to figure out how to move on with my life just like you! I am going through the same thing you are!" he was yelling at this point.

"You just don't get it." I turned to walk away from him. This time, he grabbed and stopped me.

"No Reba, you are the one who doesn't get it."

"I am done with this fight." I went to walk upstairs, but stopped when I heard his words.

"Yeah, just keep running away, that's all you ever do!"

I walked back down the few stairs I walked up and stormed up to him. "I am not the one who ran out and had an affair with our friend! You probably only came back because I have money!" I regretted the words the second they left their mouth. I forgave him a long time ago, and he has really proven himself, and here I am bringing it up again. I spoke in anger and hurt, not thinking. I knew he wasn't with me because I had money.

I could see the pain and betrayal in his face, as I said that.

"You think I am with you because you have money? You can't be serous!"

"Well you did leave me!"

He got really angry and grabbed my left arm. "Give me your ring!" he tried to take my engagement ring off my finger.

I tried to pull my hand out of his strong grip. "Let me go!"

He ripped the finger off my finger, not easily. I am pretty sure he broke my knuckle in the mean time.

He stormed out the door slamming it on his way out.

My finger felt like it was on fire, and was swelling quickly. I went to put ice on it, trying to bend it and I couldn't. Great.

I wondered if I should go to the hospital to check it out, as it also started to turn purple.

I was hurt,, frustrated, and just drained. So much has happened to me, so much. I feel like there was nothing left to live for anymore.

I went to my upstairs bathroom, and looked through my medicine cabinet. I picked up a pill bottle, and played with it in my hand, debating on my actions, thinking about what Ronnie tried.

What if I was successful?