Post by melindajo2000 on Jan 21, 2013 17:47:54 GMT -6
It was her birthday, and she was sitting at home alone. The kids were grown and didn't need her anymore, as they were off to college. Brock and Barbra Jean had divorced years ago, not that it really affected Reba that much. She was just thankful to have some peace and quiet in her life. She lived a simple life, and for that she was grateful. She could enjoy her hobbies, keep her house in order, and go to bed at six o'clock should she so choose. It was a simple life, but it was hers, and for that she was grateful.
There was a knock at the door, and she hollered for the visitor to go away. Reba didn't know who it was, nor did she care. She just was lounging around in her pajama pants and an old sweatshirt and really didn't need any visitors. But still, the caller persisted.
Finally she got up and answered, and to her surprise it was her long lost ex-husband, Brock. Last she'd heard of him he'd moved to another state to try to rebuild his life after Barbara Jean had left him. She looked at him in surprise.
"what do you want?" Reba asked bluntly.
"You don't think I'd forget, do you?"
"Forget what, your sense of direction? Last I heard Idaho was that way..." she pointed.
"Forget Idaho. Forget everything. Let's just forget about the past. I came because I remembered. I know what today is, and I brought you a little something."
Shocked, she looked down and saw a little jewelry box. It had better not be what she thought it was.
"Brock I don't need your gifts, I don't need your company, and most of all I don't need you. You'd think a couple of divorces would teach you what the whole concept means."
"Please, Reba, don't be that way. I only ask that you hear me out. If you don't like it than send me on my way. I only bought a one way ticket here, but that doesn't matter. I got here, I can find my way home. But actually..."
"But what Brock? Aren't we a little past the buts? Especially with Barbra Jean and her big butt out of the way?"
He smiled. He always loved how feisty she was. "I think I have found my way home."
"Brock have you been in an accident lately? Bumped your head, by any chance?"
"It's you, Reba. You're home. You've always been home. It's just taken me the long road to find out where I belong."
She stormed away and grabbed the first thing she could find to throw at him. Luckily for Brock, it was only a pillow. "How dare you? You find out the grass isn't greener on the other side and now you come crawling back like a dog in heat? You have some nerve!"
He knew he deserved that, and much worse. "I'm so sorry, Reba. For everything. I never meant to hurt you. But I was selfish, and I hurt you, and worse, I destroyed my family. I want you to know if I could take it all back and do it all again, I would in a heartbeat."
"Well that's all fine and good, but what about Barbra Jean? Did you give her this same speech and have her turn you away? Is that why you're here? Because you want me to play second fiddle yet again?"
"It's always been you, Reba." Brock pulled her brazenly close to him. "It's always about you."
"The kids have moved on. Barbra Jean's moved on. I think it's time we do the same."
"Forget Barbra Jean. She didn't leave me. I left her."
Reba stared at him in shock.
"Why?"
"Because of the other woman."
"Still can't keep it in your pants, can you?" Reba shook her head.
"It's you. You're the other woman. It's always been you. In fact, you're the only woman I want to spend my life with. If you turn me away I can't blame you, but don't you want to take a chance? That's what love is, that's what life is. A chance. A gamble. I know you've always been the sensible one, but don't you want to follow your heart?"
She wasn't quite sure how to respond to that.
"I know you're not ready, but when you are, here's my number. Call me sometime." Brock grinned as he slipped her his number.
As she watched him leave she knew he would be back. He had always been back. He was right. This time it wasn't about the kids or Barbra Jean. It was about them, it always had been. It would take some time but she knew what her heart wanted. And this time she wasn't afraid anymore. She'd already survived some of the worst things to happen to a woman. Brock was older, she certainly wasn't getting any younger. Who knew what the future held?
She opened the box and found a locket. She opened it and discovered a photo, an old one, of her and Brock when they were dating. She smiled. After all, men might lie, and they did, but the heart didn't lie, and this time, she knew where her heart lay. It wouldn't be easy, but she was never one to walk the easy road. It was going to happen, it was all just a matter of time.
The end
There was a knock at the door, and she hollered for the visitor to go away. Reba didn't know who it was, nor did she care. She just was lounging around in her pajama pants and an old sweatshirt and really didn't need any visitors. But still, the caller persisted.
Finally she got up and answered, and to her surprise it was her long lost ex-husband, Brock. Last she'd heard of him he'd moved to another state to try to rebuild his life after Barbara Jean had left him. She looked at him in surprise.
"what do you want?" Reba asked bluntly.
"You don't think I'd forget, do you?"
"Forget what, your sense of direction? Last I heard Idaho was that way..." she pointed.
"Forget Idaho. Forget everything. Let's just forget about the past. I came because I remembered. I know what today is, and I brought you a little something."
Shocked, she looked down and saw a little jewelry box. It had better not be what she thought it was.
"Brock I don't need your gifts, I don't need your company, and most of all I don't need you. You'd think a couple of divorces would teach you what the whole concept means."
"Please, Reba, don't be that way. I only ask that you hear me out. If you don't like it than send me on my way. I only bought a one way ticket here, but that doesn't matter. I got here, I can find my way home. But actually..."
"But what Brock? Aren't we a little past the buts? Especially with Barbra Jean and her big butt out of the way?"
He smiled. He always loved how feisty she was. "I think I have found my way home."
"Brock have you been in an accident lately? Bumped your head, by any chance?"
"It's you, Reba. You're home. You've always been home. It's just taken me the long road to find out where I belong."
She stormed away and grabbed the first thing she could find to throw at him. Luckily for Brock, it was only a pillow. "How dare you? You find out the grass isn't greener on the other side and now you come crawling back like a dog in heat? You have some nerve!"
He knew he deserved that, and much worse. "I'm so sorry, Reba. For everything. I never meant to hurt you. But I was selfish, and I hurt you, and worse, I destroyed my family. I want you to know if I could take it all back and do it all again, I would in a heartbeat."
"Well that's all fine and good, but what about Barbra Jean? Did you give her this same speech and have her turn you away? Is that why you're here? Because you want me to play second fiddle yet again?"
"It's always been you, Reba." Brock pulled her brazenly close to him. "It's always about you."
"The kids have moved on. Barbra Jean's moved on. I think it's time we do the same."
"Forget Barbra Jean. She didn't leave me. I left her."
Reba stared at him in shock.
"Why?"
"Because of the other woman."
"Still can't keep it in your pants, can you?" Reba shook her head.
"It's you. You're the other woman. It's always been you. In fact, you're the only woman I want to spend my life with. If you turn me away I can't blame you, but don't you want to take a chance? That's what love is, that's what life is. A chance. A gamble. I know you've always been the sensible one, but don't you want to follow your heart?"
She wasn't quite sure how to respond to that.
"I know you're not ready, but when you are, here's my number. Call me sometime." Brock grinned as he slipped her his number.
As she watched him leave she knew he would be back. He had always been back. He was right. This time it wasn't about the kids or Barbra Jean. It was about them, it always had been. It would take some time but she knew what her heart wanted. And this time she wasn't afraid anymore. She'd already survived some of the worst things to happen to a woman. Brock was older, she certainly wasn't getting any younger. Who knew what the future held?
She opened the box and found a locket. She opened it and discovered a photo, an old one, of her and Brock when they were dating. She smiled. After all, men might lie, and they did, but the heart didn't lie, and this time, she knew where her heart lay. It wouldn't be easy, but she was never one to walk the easy road. It was going to happen, it was all just a matter of time.
The end
It was so sad, so sweet, and so romantic all at once. 
