Chapter 2: Big Girls Don't Cry

Trish's POV

I woke up to the knocking on my front door and I sighed. I was trying to skeep and of course people wouldn't allow that. Nobody ever bothered me until I was sleeping. I unwillingly rolled out of bed and pulled open the door in haste.

Trish: What do you want? (I just then realized that I was being rude to the wrong person. Here I was thinking it'd be Gary or another one of those annoying failed dates but it was the man i had been longing to talk to for the past six months. John Cena had come to my door.)

Trish: John? Hi.

John: Trish, I know what you're thinking and I'm not here to argue or punish you or villianize you or any of that. I'm here because there was something I have been meaning to tell you. Remember how you thought I wasn't going to propose to you? Well you were wrong. Very wrong. You were right. I was afraid of commitment. But since that first date I knew you were destined to be my wife. I just couldn't come to grips with that fact. I mean, I love you to death and all but I couldn't give up what i had grown accustomed to. And that was having little to no worries. All I had to do was wake up and go to work and wrestle. That was it. But marriage requires a whole lot more than that. We'd have to move in together, get Vince to give us lighter traveling schedules and with me being the face of the company and all I know he wouldn't go for it. You have to understand that I do want to marry you, just not when you wanted it because we weren't ready yet. I want the best for my children and being away 260 days of the year wouldn't be what is best. I wanted to wait for my career to simmer down before I made a decision like that. Know what I mean? I had the best intentions in mind. And being away from you for six months made me realize that you are far more important than work. I want to marry you, Trish. And I want to marry you as soon as possible. (I watched as he knelt on one knee and I knew he was going to do what I had been dying for him to do.)

John: Trish Stratus, do me the honor and become this man's wife? (I didn't even have to think about it.)

Trish: YES! (I yanked him up from the floor and planted a huge kiss on his soft lips. The soft lips that I have been dying to kiss again. I pulled him in out of the heat and sun and gave him the most passion-filled kiss I've ever given him. Then someone else knocked on the door.)

I jumped up from my sleep startled and looked at the clock. It was 9 a.m and I had been dreaming. It was all a wonderful perfect dream. Why couldn't that have happened in real life? All I ever really wanted was to be back with John again but he would never take me back. And even if he did I still wouldn't fulfil my life's dream. I was just going to have to get over him and I was going to get over him.

I'm not going to be one of those women who never let go of their ex. I loved John but I wasn't in love with him anymore like I used to be. I was beginning to move on and I was happy with where I was in life.

They knocked again and I was shaken from my thoughts. Suddenly I realized that this was an exact duplicate of my dream. I knew that it was John at my door and I couldn't wait to open it and hear his sweet words of love. I smiled as I opened the door.

Trish: I was expecting you... (Much to my dismay it wasn't the handsome John Cena. It was my bestfriend Melina who had tears pouring out of her eyes.)

Trish: Melina? What...

Melina: Dave dumped me. (And with that she began weeping louder and harder. My heart sank and it killed me to see my best friend crying her eyes out like this. I put my arm around her shoulder and brought her into my house and out of the heat. This August was hotter than usual. I sat Melina down on my couch and held her hand to let her know that I was here for her.)

Trish: Sweetie, what's going on? You said Dave left you?

Melina: He dumped me for some other woman! (She began weeping even harder this time. Every time she mentioned the break-up she wept.)

Trish: Who?

Melina: I don't know. Some ring rat. That home-wrecking whore! I swear on Monday I'm marching to McMahon's office and demanding that she be banned from all future shows. If I ever see her again I'm gonna...

Trish: Melina, sweetie, calm down and explain what happened. (Melina took a deep sigh and looked at me.)

Melina: Well, I called him because we had a date for lunch today but he didn't pick up. So I went over to his place and saw him and some whore climbing into the car I bought him. So of course I immediately confronted him about it and he told me he was leaving me for her because she was "hotter". I mean what the hell? I work out at the gym busting my ass every single day for hours on end for this man and he leaves me for some bimbo? An ugly, raggidy ass one at that. She has no type of body whatsoever. She looks like a starving dog who overdosed on Botox. What the hell is wrong with that man? The nerve of that bastard. (I sighed and knew exactly what she was talking about. Taking the other woman out on a date and completely blowing Melina off was a deal breaker in of itself. But taking her out with the car Melina got him? That was insult to injury. Batista deserved to pay for what he did but I wasn't going to let Melina deal with it. Nope. If I did there would a dead wrestler and ring rat and poor Melina would be thrown behind bars.)

Something like this would have to be dealt with at work. Melina was smart by wanting to get the other woman banned from future shows. Her and Dave wouldn't have nearly as much time to spend together and their relationship would quickly crumble. Ring rats only want one thing and that is to brag about sleeping with the wrestlers. This problem would surely work itself out since they won't even have time to sleep together.

Melina: I just don't understand why he would want her over me. She's not even that attractive. She's flat chested, no butt, no nothing. I have way more to offer than her. I just wish he wouldn't have left me. Maybe I really am ugly. (She began balling her eyes out and I didn't want her to feel this way about herself.)

Trish: Stop. Stop crying. You're a diva. We don't cry.

Melina: But I love him so much.

Trish: I know you do but you have to stop. He isn't worth it. You're beautiful and you know it. That other woman has nothing on you. You even said it yourself. She looks like a food depraved dog. Don't let that useless man lower your self-esteem. You're better than that. We're divas and we don't cry. You're a big girl and big girls don't cry so don't sit there and cry anymore. Got it?

Melina: But...

Trish: No buts just the slut. (I saw her peek a smile and I knew that would make her smile. She did say the other woman had no type of body.)

Trish: Everything is going to be just fine. Got it?

Melina: Got it. (I smiled at her and knew that I would still have a lot of work to do before she got over this bad break-up.)

Melina: How'd you get over Cena? (I was stunned at her question.)

Trish: Easy. I just knew that he wasn't the one for me and did 10 easy things.

Melina: 10 things? Like what?

Trish: Like get rid of things from him and spend time with family and friends.

Melina: And doing these things will help me get over him?

Trish: It worked for me so yeah.

Melina: But what if it doesn't work for me?

Trish: It will. Trust me. I looked it up online and it helped me. It'll help you too, .

Melina: How am I supposed to do that stuff?

Trish: I'll do it with you. As a matter of fact, lets get started today. (She looked up at me unsure.)

Melina: Today?

Trish: Yes today. You have to start right away or it won't be as effective.

Melina: But...

Trish: Remember I said no buts. No excuses. You're starting today and that's final.

Melina: Ok. So what do I have to do?

Trish: First and foremost you have to let all of your emotions out. Everything. You have to get all the crying out of your system and don't cry after today.

Flashback

I looked out of my window and watched John climb angrily into his car and speed off. He was so pissed off and I felt horrible. But I had no choice. He would never marry me and I was just going to have to deal with it. I sat on my bed and memories of the late night conversations that took place here hit me like a tsunami. We used to stay up at all hours of the night and talk and gossip and we'd be perfectly content. Then the memories of making love flooded back into my memory. The way he held me tight and looked into my eyes was so special. I wish I could have that back again but I knew I couldn't.

Those nights were the best. We'd make love and cuddle after. He was one of the few men who genuinely enjoyed cuddling. That was the reason our bond was so strong. We didn't "screw" each other. We made love. And only love. The bond I felt afterward would never be forgotten. I cried the first time we made love because I was overwhelmed by feelings of love and affection. He catered to me and my needs and I did the same for him. I felt like a complete jackass for throwing that away but I was doing it for a good purpose.

I was going to miss John like crazy I knew that. And this bedroom held way too many memories. All of which were good. I sighed and felt a knot forming in my throat. Before I knew it I was crying my eyes out. I was mourning the loss of our relationship. But it was common knowledge that just because two people loved each other didn't mean that they were destined to be together forever.

So I knew I had to let go of John and appreciate the time that we shared together. It was just going to be hard getting over the only man I had ever loved. I threw my face down in my pillow and cried. I cried uncontrollably for what seemed like a century. Before I knew it my cheeks were sore and raw but I didn't care. I couldn't control myself. This bedroom contained too many memories and in order to fully get over him I would have to switch things up.

End of flashback

About an hour later Melina finally settled down and wiped the tears from her eyes. She looked pretty bad. Her cheeks were smeared with make-up and were sore I was sure. She looked up at me and sighed.

Melina: You were right Trish. I feel a lot better now. (I knew she would. She would still be sad of course but getting all the crying out of her system now would help her with the other trials she'd soon be facing.

End of chapter 2