I felt so useless, and depressed. Nothing good has happened to me lately, and I couldn't take it anymore.

I felt I had no reason to go on anymore.

But I couldn't do it, I just couldn't, my son wouldn't want me to do this.

I put the pill bottle back in the cabinet and laid on my bed. My finger hurt badly, but I really hated to go to the hospital, but the pain got to be too badly, and I felt I had no choice, I knew it was broken.

I drove myself to the emergency room, and checked myself in. I got a lot of stares from people who recognized who I was, it made me uncomfortable. I have never felt like that before, but I never thought I'd feel half the feelings I felt.

I shot Ronnie a text, briefly explaining my situation. After about forty-five minutes, I was called into the room. They did an ex-ray and just as I feared, it was broken. They bandaged it up, gave me some pain meds, and sent me home.

When I pulled up into my driveway, I seen Ronnie's car in the driveway.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him as I walked into my house. He was sitting on my arm chair, facing the door.

"I came to see if you were ok." he said as he walked over to me, examining my finger. "What happened to your finger?" he asked very concerned.

I refused to make eye contact. "Nothing." I said quietly, I walked away from him.

He followed me and gently stopped me. "Did Narvel do that?" I didn't answer him. "Reba?" I started to cry.

Ronnie pulled me into a tight hug as I cried into his chest. "I will kill him."

I shook my head. "He didn't mean to hurt me, he doesn't even know he did."

He pushed me away enough to look at my face. "What do you mean?"

I sighed and pushed myself away from him. "We got into a fight, and he ripped my engagement ring off my finger, it didn't go easily. He left right after it happened, and I haven't talked to him since."

"Just because you got into a fight, doesn't mean he has to be that violent with you!" Ronnie was mad.

I sat down on the seat he was sitting on and buried my head into my hands. "I feel so depressed, Ronnie. I feel like I have nothing left to live for." I started to cry.

He came over and sat on the arm rest and hugged me tightly to him. "Why do you think that? You're one of the greatest, sweetest, generous person I know. You have a heart of gold, who has so much to live for."

"Yeah right." I mumbled.

Ronnie sighed, and grabbed my head gently forcing me to look at him. "What's going on Reba?"

"I lost my son, I lost you, and I just now lost Narvel."

"You haven't lost me, I will always be here for you, no matter what."

"I did lose you." I looked away from him, not able to look him in the face. "I wanted to be with you forever, and you just threw me out like yesterdays garbage."

Ronnie stood up. "What do you want from me Reba? We are both moving on!"

"I know! I know. I don't know why all this is coming up. I just feel so lost, I have so many emotions going on and I don't know how to handle them." I started to hyperventilate.

"Hey, you're ok, its ok."

"No, It's not. I have lost my child! The one reason to keep me living. No parent should ever outlive their child! I feel like dying." I whispered the last part, hoping he didn't hear me, but he did.

"I know you're hurting, but Shelby would hate seeing you like this, he would want you to move on. I know it's hard, but you can't give up."

"it's easier said then done." I said.

"I know, but you won't be alone. I will be here, so will Janine, Kix and Barbra. We will always be here for you, no matter what."

I let out a light smile at his words, he was right. "it's not going to be easy."

"Nothing in life ever is."

I walked over and hugged Ronnie. "Thank you, Ronnie."

"I will always be here for you Red, no matter what."

We both looked up when the door opened and I about fainted at the person standing in front of me. How?

Shelby.