Watching my husband sleep at night is among some of my favourite things to do. It is the only time that he is completely relaxed; the only other time that he is this relaxed is when he is at our home with me and his children. Travelling after all these years had taken its toll on him even though he was used to it. You see, I am married to Mark Calaway, known to the wrestling world as the Undertaker. To me though, he's just Mark. I met him 3 years ago through my best friend Emily. I've known her since I was 7 years old, she herself was 8. She married one of Mark's best friends and co-worker, Glenn Jacobs, AKA Kane. It was at their wedding that we met.
Meeting Mark had saved my life in more ways than one. I had been a shy 23 year old who hadn't said a word to anyone since I was 10. I had found myself trapped in a never ending routine which never deviated. I did the same thing every day. I'd get up in the morning, make eggs for breakfast, shower and then leave for the restaurant owned by Emily's parents on Queen Street. Candice and Murray Armstrong allowed me to work there; I would clean and help with the cooking. It was the only job that I could get other than being the assistant to a local photographer; all I did for her was run and fetch coffees and such so it wasn't much of a job, although it paid well.
When I met Mark all of that changed. I had watched wrestling a few times with Emily when she was in town visiting, seeing as she started travelling with Glenn as soon as they were engaged. The result of this was that I had seen Mark in the ring two or three times and when I actually got to meet him the day before the wedding he scared the hell out of me. The size of him compared to myself had made me think about just how easily this man could hurt me, even though I knew that he wouldn't because of everything that Emily had told me about him. When she had seen the look on my face after he had walked off to help Glenn she had told me to think of him as a giant teddy bear with an attitude. This was pretty much the same way she saw Glenn, and who was I to argue? Glenn really was a teddy bear, just without the biker attitude.