Friday: August 10, 2012 3:34 P.M.

Randy held onto my hand as he drove me to my therapy session. "I just want to remind you that I'm here for you one hundred percent."

I smile. "Thank you for that."

"I don't think I'm getting a match at SummerSlam."

"Are you going to be okay with that?"

"I'm not happy about it, but I know that I brought it on myself. I can be content with seeing you finish this issue with Beth though."

"I mean I'm probably going to be banged up from my Ambulance match. You can take care of me after."

Randy laughs. "I bet you would love that. Especially since it's usually the other way around."

"I'll take what I can get. I want to be the Divas Champion for a bit longer."

"I know you do, sweetheart. I'm sure you'll find a way to keep it that way."

"I will. Turn right at the next street."

"Okay." Randy turns the car right.

"We should be there soon."

"That's good. You're going to love our date tomorrow."

"Am I?"

"I planned a great date, Marissa."

"I hope you did."

"I know I did."

"This is it up here."

"Alright." Randy pulls into the parking lot. "Are you going to be alright?"

"I should be decent at least. It's therapy. I talk about all of my problems. It isn't fun."

"I know it isn't going to be fun, but you're doing what you need to do."

"I know. Thanks, Randy."

I walk into Dr. Sullivan's office. "Hi, Dr. Sullivan."

Dr. Sullivan grinned at me. "Hello, Marissa. Come sit."

I sit down on the couch.

"How has your week been?"

"It's been good. I haven't had any major issues."

"You haven't? No work drama at all?"

"No work drama, I did only work one day this week though."

"Has everything been going well with you and your husband?"

"Things between me and my husband have actually been pretty good. He's in the waiting room waiting on me right now. We're even going on a date tomorrow."

"That's good progress for both of you. Did you read any of those letters?"

I look away from her. "No, I haven't."

"You do this every week. I don't like lecturing you like this. You tell me every week that you're going to try to read one of those letters, but you never actually do. You need to be honest with me about this. Will you actually read one?"

"I'll read one if I feel up to it. It's just hard to feel up to it. I didn't have a good relationship with my mother, and the last one was just her criticizing the career that I still have."

"I understand that, but you should be reading them. You said that you only have about thirteen left. You should take the time to read them. For now though, I just want you to work on things with your husband."

"Okay. Thank you, Dr. Sullivan. I know our session is over."

"It is. Glad we got to talk though. Same time next week?"

"That's fine."

"Good, see you next week."

Randy smiled as I exited Dr. Sullivan's office. "How'd it go?"

I shrug. "I'll talk about it later."

Randy nodded as he stood up. "Okay, I'll drive home."

Randy grabbed my hand and walked with me to exit the building. We found our car and got in. Randy started driving home.

"You seem tense." Randy whispered.

"I got lectured." I mutter.

"What was your therapist lecturing you about?"

"Those damn letters."

"Oh, you haven't read many lately."

"I haven't really read them lately much at all."

"And she wants you to."

"Exactly."

Randy pulled into the drive thru for Dairy Queen. "If you decide to read one, you know I'm here for you."

"I know. What are you doing?"

"I'm getting my girl some ice cream to put a smile on her face."

"Randy, I love you. You're amazing."

"I know." Randy orders ice cream for both of us and drives forward a little bit.

"You're so full of yourself."

"You wouldn't have me any other way." Randy responds as we get our ice cream.

I start eating my ice cream as Randy starts driving home. "You're not wrong. I'm ready to be at home."

"Me too."

I looked at Randy. "I'm going to read one of these letters."

Randy nodded. "Okay."

I reached over and pulled out the letter numbered twenty-eight. Randy passed me my reading glasses. I put them on and started reading.

Date: December 1, 2004

Dear Marissa, I talked to your Aunt Caroline last night. She told me that she was in the audience for Raw on Monday and spent some time with you after the show.

According to your aunt, you are very passionate about this career choice and plan to stick with it. I'm glad that you're trying to stick with your career choice, but I have my worries that things will not go the way that you want it to be.

I understand that you actually want to be a professional wrestler, but it's likely that you'll end up like most of the other women in that company, a piece of eye candy for one of the men. Maybe if you're lucky, you can be the eye candy for your "friend" Randy.

I'm not trying to be hostile. I'm just trying to open your eyes. I'm not going to stop you from doing this, but even if Vince finds out you're his daughter, you're likely to still only be eye candy. I hope you see the light one day before you spend your career as someone's eye candy.

Love, Mom

I put the letter back in it's envelope before throwing it across the bedroom. I took my reading glasses off.

Randy looked at me. "That was a bit harsh."

I sigh. "It was essentially another letter telling me that I was going to be a piece of eye candy. You did get mentioned by name though."

"What did she say about me?"

"She said that maybe if I was lucky, I could be your eye candy."

"You're not eye candy though. Not even when you do manage me."

"I know. It just irritates me."

"I know. Let's go to bed."

"Okay."