Tis The Season_.For Romance(2)

By: Brenda Jackson

“No, Barbara. I never had sex with any of the others without using a condom. I would never do that to you,” he said in a whispered tone.

“But there should not have been a need for a condom, Ron. I was your wife. The only woman you should have been sleeping with. But -”

“I’m sick, Barbara. I have this sexual addiction and I plan to get help.”

She nodded, believing him. But for her, it didn’t matter. It didn’t make a difference. “I’m glad Ron, and I hope the next woman you marry reaps the full benefits of your recovery.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

She inhaled deeply. “I’ve filed for a divorce. According to what Ashira Wilson is saying, you were going to divorce me anyway to marry her.”

“She’s lying.”

“It doesn’t matter. She’s told so many truths about certain things that her lies don’t make a difference now. According to the doctor, if you continue to improve, you’ll be able to go home in a week or so. I won’t be coming back to see you. I had a moving company take your belongings to an apartment I’ve gotten for you. It’s close to your job and should be convenient. Things between us end here, Ron. I wish you the best.”

“Barbara, please don’t.”

Instead of having anything else to say or giving in to his pitiful plea, with her head held high she turned and walked out the room.


Seven months later

Barbara Andrews let out a groan when she glanced at the stack of papers her secretary had placed on her desk. Thanksgiving was fast approaching and it had become a tradition at Universal Studios in Orlando to host the lighting of the Christmas tree. The event always drew a large number of people and as head of the marketing department, she and her staff had been promoting the event for months.

Barbara glanced at the sound of the intercom buzzing on her desk. “Yes. Lila, what is it?”

“Dr. Banks’ office is on line one.”

Barbara grimaced. She had missed her last appointment with Dr. Banks. After her breakup with Ron she’d known she needed counseling since she was carrying too much baggage around. And it was baggage she needed to get rid of before she could effectively move on with her life.

The sessions had gone well, but Dr. Banks was convinced she was holding anger inside of her; anger she refused to release. Ron had hurt her deeply; however, she had yet to let loose her anger. Mainly because her mother had raised her and her sister Peggy to be refined and dignified women who behaved in certain ways. They were women taught to be in control of their emotions at all time, and displaying anger to your husband wasn’t considered proper.

She had let go of her emotions once a few years ago, and that had been when she’d caught Ron in bed with another woman. In a fit of rage, she had broken up dishes and furniture and had littered the front lawn with his belongings. She had embarrassed her family when the neighbors had seen the display. For all the good it had done, less than six months later she had forgiven him and had taken him back. Since then she’d vowed to keep a tight rein on her emotions.

“Thanks, Lila, please put them through.”

As soon as she heard the click on the line she said. “Yes, this is Barbara Andrews.”

“Ms. Andres, we need to confirm your appointment with Dr. Banks for next Friday.”

Barbara pulled in a deep breath. In a way she felt they were sort of at a stalemate, although Dr. Banks didn’t see it that way. He wanted them to continue with the therapy sessions and work on anger management, which in her case was letting it out in a constructive way, instead of holding it in, in a self-destructive way.

“Ms. Andrews?”

“Yes, I will keep my appointment,” she said, knowing that she really needed to do so since she felt there were unresolved issues she needed to adequately deal with.

A short while later she was reading over a document she needed to finalize for the advertising department when Lila beeped her again. “Yes, Lila?”

“There is someone here to see you, a Mr. Rick Blair.”

Barbara suddenly had a funny feeling settle in her stomach and took a full moment to catch her breath. Detective Blair had been the one to handle her husband’s shooting incident. He had believed her innocent, although his partner originally thought she might be guilty. She had appreciated Detective Blair for coming to her defense and believing that although Ron’s misdeeds had been despicable, she hadn’t been the one to do him bodily harm.

She couldn’t help but wonder at the nature of the detective’s visit since the case had been closed months ago, and the woman who’d shot Ron had been found not guilty by reason of insanity. Ron had survived, although he would be walking with a limp for the rest of his life.

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