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ANA:

"NATALIA!" I yell from my bedroom as I am looking at the damage from Milo. He chewed up two pairs of my good shoes, expensive shoes from Milan and he pissed on my floor and pooped on my floor.

"What?" she asks as she comes into my room. "I'm busy."

"Look what your dog did to my shoes," I say holding up my chewed up pump. "I thought we talked about this you keep Milo out of my room and you keep him out of trouble."

"I was busy," she says, "I don't have time to watch him."

"Busy doing what?" I ask.

"None of your business," she says.

"Natalia don't' talk to me like that."

"Whatever," she says rolling her eyes. "Are we done here? I have stuff to do."

"Yes, you are going to clean up after your dog. He peed on my carpet and pooped on my carpet, look at it. Take him outside and then get back up here and clean up his mess."

"No," she says defiantly and I see the same defiant look in her eyes that I used to see in her father's when we were teenagers.

"Natalia, you will clean up after your dog. That was the deal. We told you that if you got a dog that you would clean up after it and you would take care of it. You haven't done anything for it. It tears up the house, it poops and it pees anywhere he feels like it and I am always feeding him, taking him outside and doing everything you should be doing. All you do is play with him. I told you a dog would be a big responsibility and you promised your dad and me that you would take care of Milo. What was the deal?"

"That if I didn't take care of him he would go back and then I wouldn't have a dog," she says.

"So should we take the dog back?"

"You should shut up," she says and I am not shocked by her disrespect at all. She is Oppositional Defiant so I can't really get too upset about it. "I'm not doing anything."

"Natalia Alyse Ambrose," I say, "you will clean up after your dog and if you don't," I start to say.

"If I don't what?" she asks challenging me.

"Then you'll go to your room and you're grounded."

"You can't ground me," she says, "Dad is home now and he is in charge of this house. You don't get to tell me what to do anymore."

"I will always tell you what to do I am your mother," I say, "Keep testing me, Natalia and see what happens."

"I'm testing you," she says crossing her arms.

"Clean it up," I say handing her a bucket full of water and a sponge, "and then put the carpet cleaner on it," I say.

"No," she says refusing to take the bucket from me. "You clean it."

"Natalia," I say with warning.

"You don't scare me."

"I didn't ask you if I scared you or not. I want you to clean up after YOUR responsibility and I want you to do it now."

"No," she says defiantly.

"Are you going to clean this up?"

"No," she says. "Keep asking me and the answer is still going to be no."

"All right, that's what you want to do and that's how you want to behave go to your room," I say. "Now!"

"No," she says.

"Either you walk to your room or I will put you there myself. The choice is yours."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Fine," I say as I walk toward her and take her by the arm but she pushes me away. I grab her wrist gently and she pulls it away and hits me. "GO TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW!" I yell. "You will not hit me, NOW!" She looks at me defiantly. "NATALIA GO TO YOUR ROOM!"

"FINE I HATE YOU!" she yells before she storms out of the bedroom. I wait to hear her door slam shut and when I hear it slam shut I let out a deep breath and then I hear the destruction taking place in her room. She is her father's daughter. She has his temper and I can't do anything about it.

I grab the bucket of water and the sponge. I get down on my hands and knees after cleaning Milo's poop up off the floor, putting it in the toilet and washing my hands. I pull the sponge out of the bucket and start to clean the white carpet in our bedroom as the tears burn my eyes. I don't matter to anyone it seems. My husband is making decisions without me and I can't get my 10 year old to respect me. Tears roll down my cheeks as I scrub at the carpet. I hear the front door close downstairs after Natalia's storm of rage. I hear Dean talking to someone as I continue to scrub the carpet. He walks into the bedroom a few minutes later with a bouquet of a dozen red roses dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with a baseball cap covering his brown. "Ana," he says.

"What," I say as I toss the sponge back into the bucket.

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning up after the dog that we got for Natalia that she was supposed to take care of," I say as I stand up and wipe my hands on my jean shorts. "I told her to clean it up and she told me no. The dog has to go."

"You're not going to get rid of her dog," he says.

"She doesn't take care of it and I shouldn't have to clean up after it. Look at the mess it made. It pisses all over the house and poops on everything. He chews everything up. He destroys everything he comes into contact with. I want him gone."

"We're not getting rid of Milo. Natalia loves that dog," he says, "you're just saying that because you're angry. You'll be fine in a couple days."

"He chewed up two pairs of my shoes from Milan," I say.

"Oh well, Ana, that's materialistic. Would you really jeopardize our daughter's happiness because some dog chewed up a pair of shoes or a couple pair of shoes? You're not getting rid of the dog."

"I didn't even want the dog in the first place yet I'm the one taking care of it," I say.

"We got it for our daughter relax, Ana," he says infuriating me even more. "These are for you," he says handing me the roses.

"For what?"

"Because I love you, can't I get my wife roses because I love her?"

"I would believe that if I could but I don't," I say. "Why are you buying me flowers?"

"Because I love you," he says.

"Okay so you don't want to get rid of the dog," I say, "then you can take care of him you know when you go to part time. Don't come in here with flowers thinking you're going to smooth things over because you made a decision without consulting me first."

"So you do know," he says.

"NO thanks to you," I say, "we're a team, Jon. We're married. You can't just make decisions without me."

"I made a decision to take my career part time. I'm almost 29 years old," he says, "I'm older now I love the business. I love everything about it. I love what I do but I love my family too. I love you, I love Natalia and I love Oliver. I have been doing this for 11 years and I have sacrificed so much for this business. I missed watching our daughter grow up and I wasn't there when I should have been because I was off working and doing my business and that wasn't fair to you two. I didn't decide to go part time selfishly I did it for us so that I can be home more, so that I can help with the baby when he gets here, watch him grow up. Natalia has 7 more years, Ana till she is 18 years old. That means I have 7 more years to be a dad to her and spend more time with her. I realized that the other week when we were at the lake she isn't a little girl anymore. After this year in school she is going to middle school. She's going to make friends and she's not going to want to be around her dad anymore. I only have so much more time with her before she is out on her own going to college. I don't want to spend the next 7 years traveling from town to town missing birthdays, missing holidays and missing dance recitals. I know I have never missed one but the day could come when I would have to. I don't want to lose out on my time with her and as for Oliver, I want to be here with him. I want to be able to watch him grow, reach milestones. Do you realize that I have missed almost every important thing in Natalia's life because of my choices and because of wrestling? I missed her birth for God's sake, I missed her first day of kindergarten, preschool, I have missed so much of her life. I wasn't there when I should have been. I just want to cut back. I have to find a happy medium between my job and between my family. I grew up without a dad and without my mom being there. The only time my mom was there for me was when she was sober but any other time she was too caught up in being a hooker or doing drugs. I always wanted a family and right now I have one. I have a beautiful wife, a beautiful daughter and a son on the way. I have the family I always wanted and it's not fair that I'm always sacrificing my time to be out on the road missing out on things. I figured that dropping down to two days a week and only doing pay per views and overseas tours that would lighten up your load as a mom and give me time to be the father and husband I want to be."

"The reason that you did it was great," I say, "but stuff like that you're supposed to talk to me about it but you didn't. You didn't even tell me you know how I had to find out, Jon?"

"I'm guessing at work?" he asks.

"Yeah from my boss," I say, "not from my husband. If I heard it from anyone it should have been you. I looked like an idiot in that meeting when I didn't even know my husband made the decision to go part time."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was going to tell you but then things with the wedding planning it just got lost and left my mind. I'm sorry, Ana."

"You should have discussed it with me first, made sure I was okay with it just like you should have talked to me about buying that cabin. You can't just make the decisions yourself. We're in a marriage. We're married we need to communicate two times you have blindsided me with something that should have been discussed with me first."

"You know if I told you I was thinking about dropping part time or buying that cabin that you would have said no. You bust my balls every chance that you can get, Ana. You know that."

"So I bust your balls now?" I ask. "Nice, Jon."

"You know what I mean, you run this house you always have. You have had control for the last 11 years. You make all the decisions. You are in charge. You decided you were going to go to New York and stay in New York when you were done with school even though you knew I was down in Tampa living and training in Orlando to get into WWE. You didn't even volunteer to come to Florida with me. You just said things would stay as they were. You decided to quit your job without talking to me about it then you wanted to be a stay at home mom. I didn't say anything about it. You have always made the decisions in this relationship. You said it yourself I'm a little bitch when it comes to you and I am. I let you have full control over our lives but I made these decisions not only for me but for us. I thought that maybe we could spend some time in the summers at the cabin as a family making memories getting some peace and quiet from the bullshit we deal with every day between the fans and the internet. I wanted to use it as a place to get away for a week or so as a family. I chose to go part time to be a better husband and father."

"But those are decisions we should have made together. Remember when you told me that us became me well it looks like us just became you."

"Ana, don't even give me that," he says, "you know that for the last 11 years you have worn the pants around her. I have been your bitch for the last 11 years breaking my back to make you happy. I let you make all the decisions when it came to Natalia, I'm letting you make all the decisions about Oliver including the fact you want to have a home birth, that you want to breastfeed and cloth diaper. I am letting you have full reign on that and I have been for years and yeah us became you when you fucked your boss to keep your job."

"So there it is," I say, "that's what it's all about?"

"No it's about you acting like a bitch all the time and trying to control me. You try to control everything. That's all you've ever done. You screwed your boss to keep your job, Ana that was selfish, me deciding to go part time was not a selfish choice it was to make our lives better. Why you screwed your boss is beyond me."

"And we dealt with that and we're moving on, Jon, it happened two years ago."

"Oh but you blew him off to keep your job," he says, "so you still cheated on me."

"And I quit so that I could be a better wife to you and a better mom to my child. I regret everything I did. Don't keep throwing it back in my face because I bust your balls from time to time. I don't think I have all the control in this house. I think you hold some control in this house."

"Wake up, Ana, you've been controlling shit all our lives. Don't get mad at me because I finally did something without you telling me what to do. You seem to be confused on what a marriage is," he says.

"I know what marriage is, it's about two people that love one another that work together as a team, make decisions together and unite as one. Remember that, Jon? Remember the day we got married?"

"I remember," he says. "You control me all the time. You do it by sex and your aggressive personality."

"I can't help that I'm aggressive, Jon."

"And stop calling me Jon. My name is Dean. I don't want to be called Jon anymore."

"Fine," she says. "Whatever you want."

"I want us to get along. I want everything to be equal. That's what I want. I want to work as a team."

"If you wanted to work as a team you would have talked to me first about going part time. You need to wake up, Dean. We have bigger problems in our lives than whether you're here or you're not. Our daughter is out of control. She hit me today before you came home, she's getting worse with her defiance and if something isn't done she's going to end up in trouble in the next couple years. Yet you're off buying cabins and making decisions without me."

"She's almost 11," he says, "You're in charge here she doesn't run the show, Ana."

"I know she doesn't but she stood here and openly defied me. That's not okay. She put her hands on me."

"I am sorry that she did that but you are in charge of her."

"I can't control her," I say.

"You control everything else why can't you control a 10 year old?" he asks.

"You know what, Dean, maybe we shouldn't even be married. Maybe we shouldn't be together at all. Fuck this wedding."

"Fine," he says. "It's over. You want me to leave just tell me and I'm gone."

"I want you to leave," I say, "just go."

"Fine," he says, "you asked for this sweetheart."

"Bye, Dean."

"Bye," he says before he walks back out the bedroom door. I hear him go to Natalia's room and hear their voices before he comes back to the bedroom with Natalia. "And since you can't control Natalia, I'm taking her with me."

"Dean."

"No," he says, "come on, Natalia," he says before he walks out of the bedroom with our daughter. I feel defeated and fall onto the bed. I grab onto my pillow and cry, crying as hard as I can sobbing into the pillow as I squeeze it. What just happened? It can't be over, not like this.

*A/N: What did you think of Natalia's actions to her mother? Is she out of control? Can Ana control her? Do you think Ana should get rid of the dog? What did you think of Dean's and Ana's fight? Do you agree with Dean that Ana has been running things for far too long? Do you think that Dean is a little b**ch when it comes to Ana? Do you think they should do better as a married couple? What did you think of Dean leaving with Natalia? Do you think the whole thing got blown out of proportion? Please review and thank-you for reading.