No one belongs to me….

Trish spent the morning packing her bags and taking care of everything she needed to for the house. Though she would never admit out loud, she needed this little vacation from home. She really wanted to make things work with her husband, she really did. She just never knew it was going to be this hard.

The other night while eating dinner, Ron told her that she was being selfish. That she didn't take her feelings into consideration and that she didn't take their marriage seriously. He said that he stuck by her when she wanted to "run off and be a diva", but now he wanted a wife. He wanted them to sit back and enjoy each other and be the way they were when they first started dating.

Trish reminded him that they weren't in high school anymore. She told him that he was irrational and a tad bit annoying. First of all, she was more than just "some dive". Trish reminded Ron that she busted her ass to get has far as she had and she helped change the face of women's wrestling and it was something that she was damn proud of. She also reminded him that the only reason she had retired from wrestling in the first place was because of his bitching.

By the end of the dinner, Trish opted to stay in the guest room. That's where she has been ever since.

She was trying to close her suitcase when her phone rang. She sang along to the beat as she picked up the phone.

"Hey girl."

"Hey. What's going on with you?" Lisa Marie asked on the other end.

"Just packing before I go and film this new reality show. How have you been?"

"Good. This place is driving me insane but other than that, good. They are training Ashley to be the next champion. She's a sweet girl, but..."

"She's not ready yet." Trish finished for her.

"Exactly. The problem is they are trying to find a new you and I doubt they will be able to pull it off."

Trish smiled at the compliment. Truth be told, she never could understand why Lisa didn't get the push that everyone knew she deserved.

"Yeah, well, you know how Vince is. He will figure something out."

The two girls talked back and forth for a bit and Trish promised to call Lisa later on in the week. She hung the phone and made a mental checklist to make sure that she had everything.

"I was thinking." Trish whipped around and stared at the brown eyes of the man she vowed to spend the rest of her life with.

"And…"

"Maybe I was being little unfair. How about when you get back from doing this TV thing, we take a little vacation? Maybe we can get things back to normal."

As good of an idea as that sounded, Trish didn't want to take to bait. She knew that no matter how good a vacation was, their problems were only going to be solved when Trish was home 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. On the other side, she was tired of arguing and didn't want to leave things on a bad note. She moved to the other side of the room and wrapped her arms around her husband.

"I can't wait."

Chirs Irvine was fighting his way through traffic while trying to convince his 5 year old son that worms are not a good source of nutrition. After arguing back and forth for the better part of twenty minutes, Chris hung up knowing that sooner rather than later, he would have to take Ash to the hospital.

He pulled up in front of the hotel and quickly checked in. Between the flight and the traffic, all Chris wanted to do was lay down and take a good nap before tomorrow's taping. Unfortunately, his cell phone had other plans.

"Hello?"

"Chris, my man. What are you doing?"

"Copeland, you have the worst timing in the world. I was just getting ready to lie down and take a nap. Why?"

"Cause me and the lovely Miss Stratus are downstairs at the bar and you need to bring your old ass down and join us."

Chris laughed at Adam. The idea of hanging out with some old friends sounded very appealing.

"I'll be down in about ten minutes."

Once downstairs, he quickly spotted Adam. Not like it was hard; there aren't too many people in the world that resembled Adam Copeland. He stood behind Adam.

"When do you plan on cutting that head of yours?" Adam turned around and embraced his close friend.

"This is the classic wrestling hair. You, my man, have turned Hollywood." Adam replied while tugging on Chris's short locks.

"Whatever. You could never deal with the fact that I'm sexy than you."

"Please, Irvine. I'm the one who invented Canadian sexy."

"And I perfected it." Both men looked up to see Trish smirking at the two of them. "Nice to know some things never change. Hey Chris."

Chris stood to hug the petite woman. Trish's beauty was absolutely breathtaking to any living, breathing man. However, her sense of humor and amazing personality is what made her irresistible.

"Hey there. Look at you. Wow, check at that ring." Chris exclaimed while looking at Trish's wedding ring.

"If only the marriage was as pretty as the ring." Trish shook her head and quickly gave the guys a smile. She was determined to not let the problems of her marriage have an effect on the rest of her life. The three friends sat down and had a few drinks while Adam caught them up on the life that is the WWE.

"So have you guys ever thought about coming back?" Chris sat his drink down and thought about it.

"Some days I miss it so much that I sit in the living room and watch tapes all night long. Then there are other days…"

"That you are thankful to wake up in your own bed everyday." Trish finished for him. She knew the feeling all too well.

"Exactly." Chris quickly drowned his beer and asked for another.

Adam finished his drink and put some money on the table. "Well guys, I gotta go visit the family while I'm here, so I'm gonna head out. Jerky, always funny my man. Princess, I'll call you later." With that, Adam left, leaving the other two blondes to finish their conversation. Trish and Chris were never extremely close but they weren't enemies either. Trish remembered when Ron was so unhappy about the angle that she had to do with Chris. Trish could only guess that Jessica wasn't too happy either.

"How's married life treating you?" Chris asked in order to break the silence. Judging by Trish's expression, he quickly regretted it.

"A little bit harder than I thought but I think it will work itself out. Chris, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Sometimes do you wish you were better understood by the people that claim to love you? I mean, not many people understand how hectic our lives can be as is, but…"

Trish noticed the look of discomfort on Chris's face. "I'm sorry Chris. I didn't mean to bring you into my shit. Just…just forget about it."

"No, I understand what you mean. Like it would be nice to have the people you love the most understand you and understand that you don't know how to stop being busy."

"Exactly." Trish finished her drink and offered Chris a soft smile. She almost forgot what it was like to have some understand how she felt. It was nice.

Trish and Chris retired for the night before their long day of shooting tomorrow, both feeling a little better about the next upcoming weeks.