MK:  “Again huh?  I feel like you just cant catch a break tonight. ”

Bette:  smiling a lil.  “Your right, I cant.”

MK:  “Care to talk about it?  Some people feel that the neighborhood bartender is just as good as any expensive head shrink.”

Bette:  “I don’t wanna bore you with the litney of my broken romance.”

MK:  “How bout you let me tell you whether I’m bored or not.”

Bette looks into her face.  She seemed to ginuinly want to help.  So Better began her diatribe.  She told her everything.  How they met, how long they were together, about the baby, how she was unfaithful, how they reunited, and how things are still in bad or worse shape.  She told her about everything but the first baby they had lost.  Bette didn’t like to speak of that, though all her future actions stemed from that.  She didn’t trust MK enough to tell her that.  If she had then MK could possibly figure out just about anything about her.  So she decided to keep that pain private. 

MK listened and accessed the situation.

MK:  “Well Bette I’ve been in both of your shoes.  I’ve been the cheater and the cheated on.  People just think differently.  Its clear that she’s trying to punish you, but its also clear that she still loves you very much.  Or she just would bother.  Know what I mean?  There’s no set time limit to this “punishment”  but when you feel as if you and her have nothing between you but mistakes and regret, when you feel that even the baby you both brought into this earth cant mend your relationship, then you have to let it go.  You’re a very patient person from what I can tell, cuz I would have left long ago.  But that’s just my weakness.”  MK trails off a lil before continuing. “But you there in the trenches, so battle it out for your love.  And if you find your taking too many shots.then its time to find another fox hole.  Can you dig it?”

Bette understood exactly what she was saying.  She didn’t think MK could make such an insightful judgment from this one brief convo.  But she did.  Bette liked that about her.