Such Is Life
Part 20
Everyone was shocked when they found out what we'd done. It made me laugh whenever I told someone and saw the expression on their face, well I suppose it was a pretty crazy thing to do but Chris was the love of my life and now because he was crazy, because 'we' were crazy he was now my husband as well! I remember standing watching the monitor the night after we'd gone to the chapel, watching the countdown on the Titan Tron and waiting for him to come out, there he was, my husband! I had to stop myself giggling out loud but it still sounded weird, unreal somehow. I loved to watch him when he was at work, he made me appreciate the business a lot more and I realised that people did get hurt and it wasn't just sweaty old men wearing Lycra that did this stuff! Hell I would not have married a sweaty old man! I wondered what my old friends would think of me now, wondered if they would laugh at me if I told them I married a wrestler! Maybe I would call them one day & tell them, listen as they tell me how they married a brick layer or a garbage man, then who would be the one laughing?!
I pretty much loved my life at that point, everything seemed to be getting better and better and Chris was hot property. We stayed in the best hotels, rode around in limo's got a decent wage every month and we were happy. I loved my job, even though it was basically sewing up tears or stitching on tassels, it gave me something to do and it made me feel like I was contributing in some way instead of just hanging around out back like some kind of groupie while my husband did all the work and brought the money home! There were some wives/girlfriends that didn't do shit! I used to see them backstage, flirting with all the guys when their man's back was turned, having said that it worked both ways, some of the guys were terrible. Different girl in every city then had the nerve to take their laundry home on weekends for their wives to do! It sickened me, I was glad Chris wasn't like that! Oh he had his run ins with the female fans, some of which I saw others I was told about by him, every time whether I was there or not I knew he could handle it and I knew he loved me and wouldn't cheat on me. At least that's what I hoped. I saw how the fans and the pressure destroyed so many relationships around us, still me and Chris were as happy as ever, made me wonder though if this was too good to be true, if he was too good to be true?
Things started to change when he was offered the job with the WWF. I didn't want to go back there, too many bad memories too many old faces that haunted my dreams still. He wanted to go, it was a pay rise and Vince McMahon was hot for him, throwing all sorts of bonuses to try to tempt him away from Eric and WcW. We didn't argue at first, the discussions got a little heated granted but they weren't arguments exactly. I wanted to stay where we were and carry on with my job, selfish maybe now that I think back. Hundreds of guys would have loved to have been in Chris' position with Vince eating out of the palm of their hands, it was a step up for him I knew that but still in my heart I just thought it would be the end of us. I guess I believed the WWF was a jinx all because of my mother and her ill-fated demise, it scared me I don't know why I felt the way I did I couldn't help it.
Anyway Chris went to WWF, we didn't see much of each other, other than when we were at home but the nature of the business meant that didn't happen very often, most of the time he was traveling, we were at opposite ends of the country and it killed me. I missed him so much, missed what we used to have, I felt like I couldn't stop this whole thing from fading away and I was terrified. I considered going to the WWF on more than one occasion, hell basically every night as I lay awake and alone in a bunk somewhere but pride or fear or both maybe I don't know, somehow always won out and stopped me from making that jump.
When we did get home at the same time we were both tired and irritable, he would snap at me for stupid things like me asking him what time it was and I wasn't much better. I hated it, we sounded like my parents I never thought that would happen to us but there we were anyway. He had changed, I had changed, I guessed we were just kids when we met, kids when we got married, kids with stupid unrealistic ideals of what a marriage would be like. Now we were both sad because we were losing it and neither one of us could stop that, we tried and we failed over and over again and it was so frustrating because I still loved him more than life its self but no matter what we did it just wasn't going to work. Neither of us wanted to admit that for a very long time.
Part 20
Everyone was shocked when they found out what we'd done. It made me laugh whenever I told someone and saw the expression on their face, well I suppose it was a pretty crazy thing to do but Chris was the love of my life and now because he was crazy, because 'we' were crazy he was now my husband as well! I remember standing watching the monitor the night after we'd gone to the chapel, watching the countdown on the Titan Tron and waiting for him to come out, there he was, my husband! I had to stop myself giggling out loud but it still sounded weird, unreal somehow. I loved to watch him when he was at work, he made me appreciate the business a lot more and I realised that people did get hurt and it wasn't just sweaty old men wearing Lycra that did this stuff! Hell I would not have married a sweaty old man! I wondered what my old friends would think of me now, wondered if they would laugh at me if I told them I married a wrestler! Maybe I would call them one day & tell them, listen as they tell me how they married a brick layer or a garbage man, then who would be the one laughing?!
I pretty much loved my life at that point, everything seemed to be getting better and better and Chris was hot property. We stayed in the best hotels, rode around in limo's got a decent wage every month and we were happy. I loved my job, even though it was basically sewing up tears or stitching on tassels, it gave me something to do and it made me feel like I was contributing in some way instead of just hanging around out back like some kind of groupie while my husband did all the work and brought the money home! There were some wives/girlfriends that didn't do shit! I used to see them backstage, flirting with all the guys when their man's back was turned, having said that it worked both ways, some of the guys were terrible. Different girl in every city then had the nerve to take their laundry home on weekends for their wives to do! It sickened me, I was glad Chris wasn't like that! Oh he had his run ins with the female fans, some of which I saw others I was told about by him, every time whether I was there or not I knew he could handle it and I knew he loved me and wouldn't cheat on me. At least that's what I hoped. I saw how the fans and the pressure destroyed so many relationships around us, still me and Chris were as happy as ever, made me wonder though if this was too good to be true, if he was too good to be true?
Things started to change when he was offered the job with the WWF. I didn't want to go back there, too many bad memories too many old faces that haunted my dreams still. He wanted to go, it was a pay rise and Vince McMahon was hot for him, throwing all sorts of bonuses to try to tempt him away from Eric and WcW. We didn't argue at first, the discussions got a little heated granted but they weren't arguments exactly. I wanted to stay where we were and carry on with my job, selfish maybe now that I think back. Hundreds of guys would have loved to have been in Chris' position with Vince eating out of the palm of their hands, it was a step up for him I knew that but still in my heart I just thought it would be the end of us. I guess I believed the WWF was a jinx all because of my mother and her ill-fated demise, it scared me I don't know why I felt the way I did I couldn't help it.
Anyway Chris went to WWF, we didn't see much of each other, other than when we were at home but the nature of the business meant that didn't happen very often, most of the time he was traveling, we were at opposite ends of the country and it killed me. I missed him so much, missed what we used to have, I felt like I couldn't stop this whole thing from fading away and I was terrified. I considered going to the WWF on more than one occasion, hell basically every night as I lay awake and alone in a bunk somewhere but pride or fear or both maybe I don't know, somehow always won out and stopped me from making that jump.
When we did get home at the same time we were both tired and irritable, he would snap at me for stupid things like me asking him what time it was and I wasn't much better. I hated it, we sounded like my parents I never thought that would happen to us but there we were anyway. He had changed, I had changed, I guessed we were just kids when we met, kids when we got married, kids with stupid unrealistic ideals of what a marriage would be like. Now we were both sad because we were losing it and neither one of us could stop that, we tried and we failed over and over again and it was so frustrating because I still loved him more than life its self but no matter what we did it just wasn't going to work. Neither of us wanted to admit that for a very long time.