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I Wish That I Could Tell You

"Today had the potential to be just like every other Monday. It started out just like all the others. I woke up, got Jake off to school, and then I left for work. Too bad normal doesn't last long around here.

"When I got to work, I noticed two messages on my phone. The first was from Brock. He and Barbara Jean were fighting again and he needed to spend the night at my house. That's been happening a lot since they decided not to get a divorce. Sometimes it feels like we're still a real family. I admit that I like it.

"The next message was from someone I never expected to hear from again, Jack Morgan. The man who left me once with no warning and whom I found out was still married. I guess it's really my fault he's calling though. I assume he is now single and wants to pick up where we left off. Too bad it's been over for me for a while."

As Reba wrote this last line in her journal, Brock walked into the kitchen.

"It's eleven o'clock, what are you still doing up?" He asked as he took a seat next to her at the table. She closed her book.

"Oh, just replaying my day. What's the matter, can't sleep?" She asked as she poured him a cup of tea.

"No. I just keep thinking about the fight I had with Barbara Jean. I don't even know what started it."

"You mean she didn't tell you?" Reba asked.

" No, she just started yelling at me about being lazy or something. The next thing I knew she locked me out of the house." He said, taking a sip of his tea. "You know, you really don't have to listen to this. I'm sure you want to get to bed."

"Yeah I probably should." She said as she picked up her book. "Goodnight Brock." She then kissed him softly on the cheek and went upstairs.

Brock was slightly shocked. She had been shocking him a lot here lately. He had been on the receiving end of hugs, hand squeezes, and various other examples of reassurance. Some could even mistake these little moments as affectionate.

He knew that she only meant to give him support through his difficult situation. He also knew that her lips hadn't been anywhere near him for seven years.

He sat at her kitchen table thinking for a while then finally went back to the couch. He mentally prepared himself for the talk he needed to have with his wife tomorrow. The talk he knew would end with another sleepless night on his best friend's couch.

The next morning Reba awoke to the incessant screeching of that stupid alarm clock. She wanted to throw it so badly, but quickly controlled her temper and turned it off instead. She got ready for her day, sent Jake off to school, and left for work.

Brock heard the slamming of the door and slowly sat up. He had one of those nights where it felt like he hadn't slept at all. He straightened himself out walked home to the time-bomb version of the wife he used to know.

"Hey honey." He said as he took a seat at the island in their kitchen. She didn't even look at him. He was tired and frustrated and felt that these childish games didn't even need to begin. "Barbara Jean, what did I do now? I've been up all night trying to figure it out. I've come to the conclusion that I will probably never figure it out. Why don't you just tell me so I can fix it?"

She turned to face him with tears in her eyes. He began to stand up and hug her, but she held her hand up causing him to sit back down.

" I really need to talk to you, but it's really hard to say. Do you think we could talk later?" She spoke in a quiet, uneasy voice.

He nodded and went upstairs to take a shower before he had to head to work.

Barbara Jean dried her eyes and finished her cup of coffee. Reba would get off of work at five. She'd know what to do. Barbara Jean knew that she could never do this without the help of her best friend.