My ex and I used to watch Reba reruns together. The show is set in Houston, Texas, and stars Reba McEntire as a wisecracking single mother whose dentist ex-husband Brock has left her to marry young, ditzy Barbra Jean after an affair with her. (Source: Wikipedia) In the early shows, Brock’s pet name for Barbra Jean is BJ. Now isn’t that subtle and original?
I’m not a big fan of country music but I do think that Reba’s better than most. I never watched her show when it originally aired. I had heard it was funny but I didn’t know which channel it was on and never bothered to find out. Later, when I started watching the reruns I was blown away by her sense of humor. Well, that could have been her writers, but her comedic timing wasn’t. When I started watching I remember thinking that maybe she had missed her calling and should have been doing comedy all along. She’s that good. She delivers her one-line zingers like a pro and to this day I laugh gleefully and unreservedly even though I already know what she’s going to say. In fact, I probably find them even funnier today than I did back when I first heard them because they are usually directed at Barbra Jean–or should I say BJ? She also aims a fair share of her clever insults at the narcissistic Brock who sometimes “gets it” and sometimes doesn’t. He may be a blade, but he’s not the sharpest one in the drawer.
Okay, back to my original statement: D and I used to watch Reba reruns together. I looked for the show, found the channel, started laughing, and you know what they say about laughter. It’s contagious. And so D joined my “Reba fests.” I think I speak for him when I say that he, too, found the show entertaining and funny. Sometimes I wonder if it was this show that gave him the idea that divorce would be fun. Reba and her cast made it look like fun.
After our separation and divorce I continued to watch Reba and still do to this day but I acknowledge that I see it from a slightly different perspective now than when I watched with D. Sometimes I tear up for Reba, the character, because I know how she feels despite the fact that she makes jokes. So often humor is born of hardship and sadness. Right or wrong, that’s how I see her character now.
At the beginning of the end, when D was leaving, he told me he would like to remain friends. I think that would be nice, too, but it would take a great deal of kindness and forgiveness and love and desire on the part of all parties. Maybe one day. Right now I don’t see D having the freedom he thought he would have, and he has to feel free to be my friend. It seems a shame to allow thirty plus years of friendship to be flushed down the toilet. Maybe. One day. We’ll talk again.