Friday: November 9, 2012 3:25 P.M.

Randy looked at me as he watched me preparing food in the kitchen. "So you have to leave to go to therapy here in a few and then fly out tomorrow to go bridesmaids dresses shopping with Ryse and all of her other bridesmaids on Sunday?"

"Yeah, you got it fully correct." I reply as I finish preparing food. "This should be easy to cook with dinner after I'm back from my therapy session."

"So I won't see you again until Monday at work after you leave tomorrow morning?"

"Sounds right."

Randy takes a drink from his cup. "What am I supposed to do without you?"

"I don't know. Sit on the couch all day and watch all your sports, play your video games, you'll figure something out."

Randy laughed. "Wow, I see how it is."

"I'm done. I'm going to go head out."

"Can I go?"

I grinned as Randy wrapped his arms around me. "Do you want to come with me?"

Randy kissed my forehead. "I would prefer to do that. What if something happens while you're there, like you get lightheaded again?"

"I'm going on a flight tomorrow."

"Ryse is picking you up from the airport. I'm not worried about that. I'll go with you to therapy if you'll allow it."

"Yeah, I need to leave like now to get there on time, so let's go."

Randy followed me to head towards the front door. "Right behind you."

We both grab our coats and shoes and put them on before exiting the house. I lock the door. Randy unlocks his Bentley and gets in. I follow and enter the passenger's side.

"I'm gonna miss you." Randy comments as he pulls the car out of the driveway to take me to my therapy session.

Randy and I sat in the waiting room for my therapy session. We held hands and didn't speak to each other. There weren't any issues. We were both currently calm and peaceful.

Dr. Sullivan walked into the waiting room. "Marissa."

I get up to go as Randy still held my hand while he sat down. I had never allowed him to actually go in to my therapy session until about a month ago, but Randy tended to forget about that sometimes.

"Babe?" I ask. "Are you coming?"

"Oh sorry, I'm still not quite used to going in with you." Randy stands up. "Let's go."

We held hands as we walked into Dr. Sullivan's office.

Randy looked at me. "Are you going to be okay today?"

"If this session has me talking about certain things, then possibly not." I whisper back.

"Hi, Marissa." Dr. Sullivan says as she closes the door. "Hi, Randy. How was your week, Marissa?"

I sit down. "I've been alright. Haven't done much really."

"You haven't done much this week?"

"I mean I traveled to go to work this week, but I didn't do anything on TV this week."

"Are you okay with that?"

"Honestly, yes. I've still been really tired."

"I see."

"You did talk to Eve on Monday." Randy comments.

I smile. "Yeah, I did. Things are going better there. I'm leaving tomorrow to fly out to go bridesmaid dresses shopping with my friend Maryse, which Eve will also be there for as well."

"That's good to hear. How about the letters? How are you doing with that?" Dr. Sullivan asks.

"I've been reading them decently often now. How many am I at now? Like five left now, I think."

"There's five left." Randy comments.

"Yeah, I was right then. There's five left now."

"That's good to hear. I'm glad to see you making some progress with those." Dr. Sullivan asks.

"Me too."

"Is there anything else that's been bothering you this week?"

"Well…I'm still really tired, and I don't understand why. I get a healthy amount of sleep."

"I see. Is that all? It seems like there is something bothering you."

"Uh…well this coming Monday is the nine year anniversary of the father who raised me's passing. It's always a pretty bad time of the year for me. And that in particular is always on my mind around this time, especially right now."

"I see. Didn't you say your mom also passed away around this time of year?"

"She passed away in the later part of October. However, I never think about that nearly as much, probably because she wasn't around for most of my life though."

"You're probably right about that. Why do you think that you still think about your father's passing so much after nine years?"

"That's hard for me to figure out." My eyes start to water. "I mean he worked a lot, so he wasn't always around when we were kids. He was doing that to provide for us though, and I know that. He still was there for us when he could be. I know he cared so much about us. It was a car accident that took his life. I wasn't even graduated from college yet when it happened. I was so young. I felt so lost after it happened. It hit me really hard. He wasn't even around long enough to meet any of his future grandchildren."

I start to cry. Randy pulls me into his arms. I bury my face in his chest to cry.

"It's okay." Randy whispers to soothe me. "It's okay to let it all out, Rissa. I'm right here. I'll hold you as long as you need me to. I got you, sweetheart. I'm right here."

"I can't do anymore of this therapy today."

"That's okay, Rissa. You don't have to. Do whatever you need to do."

"I want to leave, Randy."

"You want to leave?"

I nod as I pull my head off of his chest. "Yeah, I want to leave. Thank you for this session, Dr. Sullivan, but I need to go."

"Okay." Dr. Sullivan replies. "Same time next week?"

"Yes, same time next week."

"Okay, see you then."

Randy looked at me as he walked into our bedroom. "Do you want some company? You've been pretty distant since we got home, and you barely touched your food at dinner."

"Yeah," I nod. "Sorry, I've got a lot on my mind."

"It's alright."

"I shouldn't be like this when we both know that I'm going to be leaving tomorrow morning."

Randy climbed into the bed to be next to me. "It's okay. It's not like you're mad at me or anything."

"I'm not mad at you. I actually really appreciate you."

"That's good."

"I think I'm going to read a letter or two."

"Even though you're already upset?"

"I need to stop pushing it back so much, Randy. I could be done with these soon if I keep going."

"I understand. I'll stay in here while you read."

I grab the letter numbered thirty-six to read.

Date: July 7, 2005

Dear Marissa, I watched SmackDown for the first time ever tonight. There was only one reason for that, and that reason was you.

Colby told me that you had informed him that you had been drafted from Raw to SmackDown, which means I will now be watching SmackDown instead of Raw because I'm only watching to see you.

I am a little disappointed that you've seemed to have been placed back in a managerial role. I hope that is only temporary.

Nonetheless, I'm glad you got my birthday card and talked to me on the phone a little bit on your birthday too. I have high hopes that we'll be spending more time together soon.

Love, Mom

That letter wasn't too bad at all. I put it back and grab the letter numbered thirty-seven to read.

Date: July 24, 2005

Dear Marissa, tonight was the pay per view called the Great American Bash. You were at ringside for the main event match for the World Heavyweight Championship as you've been managing the champion, a man named Batista, who Colby tells me that you've actually been friends with for a while.

Of course I have mentioned my doubts before about you actually being able to be involved in actual wrestling in WWE, and I still have those doubts. However, you did something tonight that has lessened those doubts for me.

Tonight, you stopped Batista's opponent's friend from using a steel chair on Batista. You took the chair for yourself and hit both the friend and Batista's opponent, a man called JBL, with it.

While I'm not necessarily thrilled about my daughter hitting people with a steel chair, it's probably good for you since you want to actually wrestle more. I hope you get that one day.

Love, Mom

Randy looks at me as I put the letter away. "Is everything alright?"

I smile. "Yes, let's watch a movie together before going to bed. I'm leaving tomorrow morning. We should get in some quality time while we can."

Randy grinned. "I'd love that."