Wednesday: January 11, 2012 10:17 AM

I pulled into the driveway as the garage opened up for me. As soon as the garage door is open, I pull into the garage to park. As I exit my car and lock it, I notice that Randy's Bentley isn't here, which means he isn't here.

I just drove fifteen hours straight from getting sent home from the SmackDown filming, and Randy isn't even home when I get here. Granted I didn't tell him that I would be back home early since he hasn't talked to me anyway. I had figured that there was a high chance he would be home since he has a herniated disc. I guess I was wrong. I grab my luggage and enter the house.

As I look around, I find myself disappointed that Randy isn't here. It would've been nice for me to get to talk to him. However, that won't be happening since I have no idea when he'll be home.

I take my luggage upstairs to our bedroom to put away. I take out all of my clothes and necessities and put them all in the proper places.

"I guess since he's not here, I can just sleep for a while." I say to myself. "I just drove for fifteen hours."

I lay down in bed, happy to finally get some rest. As I start to doze off, I hear glass breaking.

I sit up confused. "Something's wrong."

I received a text. I grab my phone to look at it. It's from Marianne, a woman who lives in this neighborhood.

Marianne: Saw a man I didn't recognize suspiciously hanging around your property. Looked like he was scoping out how to break in, so I called the police. Just letting you know that they're on their way over.

Me: Thank you. I actually am home right now and just heard glass break. I think he broke in using one of our windows.

I knew I should've set the alarm system before going to lay down, but it didn't cross my mind. I was really freaked out knowing that someone had broken into my house, and they were downstairs while I'm home without Randy.

I looked down at my cell phone, deciding that since Marianne already called the police, that my next move should be to call Randy about the situation. I call Randy, but it goes to voicemail. I leave Randy a voicemail.

Me: "Hey, I got home early, so I'm at the house right now. I was going to sleep, but we're getting broken into. The cops have already been called, but could you possibly come home? Because I'm really freaked out right now."

I ended the call, quite frustrated that Randy didn't answer and I had to leave a voicemail. I decided to call my brother Tyler since I believe he's off from work right now. I call Tyler. Luckily, Tyler answers my call.

Tyler: "Hey, Rissa, what's up?"

Me: "I got home early and decided to sleep because Randy isn't here, but we're getting broken into. A neighbor texted me that she called the cops, but I'm really freaking out right now. I don't know what to do. Randy didn't answer my call at all. I just don't know. I left him a voicemail, but I'm on the verge of straight up panicking."

Tyler: "Okay. Rissa, calm down. I'm going to head over there. Randy is here right now, just not in the same room. I'll make sure he knows. I'm sure he'll be coming too. Just stay calm. I'm sure the police are on their way. Randal! Check your voicemail!"

Me: "What do I do? Do I stay here in the bedroom? Do I head downstairs? I'm really freaked out right now."

Tyler: "Calm down, Rissa. Randy is already out the door. I'm practically out the door myself. We'll both be there soon."

Me: "Alright. What do I do while I wait?"

Tyler: "I guess that's up to you."

Me: "That doesn't help me any."

Tyler: "Randy just told me to tell you to grab the bat out of the closet and get out of the house as quick as you can. I'm going to hang up now. We're on our way. Okay?"

Me: "Okay. Bye."

The call ends. I grab the bat out of the closet and quickly head downstairs. I hear noise in the basement, but ignore it as I get out the front door as police arrive and Marianne sees me.

"Are you alright?" Marianne asks me.

"I'm fine. Just making sure I got out of the house safely. I didn't even see the guy. I think he went into our basement." I reply.

The police enter the house. Marianne stays next to me as Randy pulls into the driveway. Tyler pulls in right behind Randy. Both men park their cars and exit them. They both rush over to me.

"Is he still in the house?" Tyler asks.

"Police went in to get him. I didn't even see him. It sounded like he was in the basement. I should've turned the security system on before heading to bed for a while."

"Don't you have all the valuable stuff in the basement in a safe?"

"Yeah, I don't think he'll be getting into it. I'm just freaked out about the house getting broken into. It's scary."

"It'll be alright, Rissa."

Randy doesn't speak a word to me. I glance at him with tears in my eyes. He takes the bat from me before pulling me tightly to him. He holds me close as he hugs me. I hug him back as he plays with my hair.

"They got the guy." Tyler says.

I turn my head to watch as the guy exits the house in handcuffs. I feel Randy tense up while watching. He keeps his grip tight around me. Tyler goes to talk to the police after the man who broke into my home is put into the police car. Randy and I don't speak. We just hold onto each other.

Tyler comes back to me and Randy. "Nothing was stolen. He had nothing on his person. Seems like he went looking around and tried to get into the safe unsuccessfully. He did break a window in the back to get into the house. I'm off today, so I can fix that for you guys if you want. I'll be nice since you're family and not charge you for my services."

Randy nods as the police leave. "Yeah, do that."

"I will. Just let me head to my house to get what I'll need. I'll be back."

"Alright." Randy and I both say.

Tyler gets in his car and leaves, leaving me alone with Randy.

"I need to move the Bentley into the garage." Randy whispers.

"Okay." I reply as I move out of Randy's grasp.

Randy gets into the Bentley and pulls into the garage. I sat on the front steps. Randy walked out of the garage and sat down next to me.

"How'd you get home so early?" Randy asks as he puts an arm around me.

"I got sent home from the SmackDown filming." I reply as I lean on his shoulder.

"How did you get sent home?" Randy asks as he gets out a cigarette.

"Teddy Long sent me home. I'll talk about it more later."

"Oh. Alright."

"That's a horrible habit."

"You always say that. You should get inside and get some rest."

"I'm fine."

"It's clear you didn't sleep last night, Rissa. You look exhausted. You said in the voicemail that you had been trying to sleep. Go take a nap for a few hours. I'm not going anywhere, and Tyler will be here to fix the window."

I stand up. "Okay. I'll be calling Chelle first, but I'll take a nap if that's gonna keep you satisfied."

"If it was the other way around, you'd be telling me to get some sleep. Go sleep."

"Okay." I walk inside and head upstairs to the bedroom.

After I close the bedroom door, I call Chelle.

Chelle: "Hey, did you make it home alright?"

Me: "Yeah, I made it home alright. It's what happened after I got home that isn't alright."

Chelle: "What happened?"

Me: "Randy wasn't here when I got home, so I decided to take a nap. As I'm laying in bed, the house gets broken into."

Chelle: "Are you serious? Are you safe?"

Me: "I'm fine. A neighbor called the police. I got out without seeing the guy. Randy and Tyler made it over here. Nothing got stolen. I'm just a little mad because when I tried to call Randy about it, it went to voicemail. When I called Tyler, he told Randy to check because they were together. That kind of pissed me off."

Chelle: "I honestly think that's justified. Have you guys talked?"

Me: "Not about our issue. He says I look exhausted and insists that I take a nap."

Chelle: "That's probably not a bad idea. After that, I hope you two talk about it."

Me: "Me too."

Chelle: "I'm going to go now. Let me know if you need to talk. Love you, sis. Bye."

Me: "Bye, sis. Love you too."

The call ends. I placed my phone on the charger and laid down to hopefully take a successful nap.

I woke up and looked at the clock. It was a little after five. I had come up here around one, so I had slept for about four hours. I smelled food downstairs and slowly got myself out of bed to go see what was going on.

After making it downstairs, I slowly walked into the kitchen to see Randy cooking. I watch him without saying anything.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty." Randy says as he continues to cook. "Hope you don't mind. I didn't want to wake you up and make you cook."

"You could have woken me up to cook. I would've done it." I reply, still trying to fully wake up.

"It's alright. I've got it all under control. Plus, we both know I'm running off of more sleep than you are."

"I guess I can't argue with that."

"You can't really. I made biscuits and gravy for dinner."

"Now I can't really argue with that."

"You can't. I feel really bad about not answering your call earlier. I was watching TV, and my phone volume was off. You needed me though, and I feel horrible."

"You still came back as quickly as you could."

"You shouldn't have needed to call Tyler. I should've answered."

"It's fine, Randy."

Randy starts making us plates of food. "No, Rissa, it's not fine. We're married. I should've been able to be right there to talk to you while it was going on. I wasn't."

"You hadn't talked to me since Saturday anyway. It's alright."

Randy hands me my plate of food before taking his and sitting down to eat. I take my plate with me to sit down and eat as well. After my last comment, neither of us spoke. We both finished our food. Randy grabbed both plates and went to clean them. I quietly walked upstairs.

"We have to talk about it soon." I mutter as I sit down on the bed in our bedroom.

I mess around on my phone for a little bit until I hear the bedroom door open up. I look up from my phone to see Randy walking in.

"Hey." I say, looking at him with hope that this may be the time to have the conversation that we need to have.

Randy looks back at me. "Hey."

I watch him walk around the bedroom to put a couple things in the proper places before he enters the bathroom and closes the door. I sigh to myself and go back to my phone as I receive a text from Eve.

Eve: Someone broke into your house?

Me: Yeah. I'm alright, and nothing was stolen. The guy was taken into custody. It's alright.

I put my phone back down as I notice Randy standing in front of me. He smiles at me before sitting down right next to me. I look at him as he grabs both of my hands.

"Rissa…" Randy swallows hard. "I know…I know that there's a conversation that you and I really need to have."

I started getting nervous, not sure how this was going to end. "Yeah, there is a conversation that we need to have."

"You…you want to take a break…a break from trying to conceive for a little while."

I look down at the ground as I nod. "Um…yeah, I wanted to for a little while."

"You're not wrong. It has been hard on both of us, even though I try my best to not be obvious about it. You already noticed though. It's been hard."

"You don't have to try to hide that fact. It's hard on us, Randy. We have to admit that."

"I agree. I'll also admit that when you said that on Saturday, I was pretty upset. Not upset with you, just upset at the situation because I could see exactly why you wanted to."

I look at Randy. "I know that this is a really hard decision to make. I didn't expect to feel this disappointed about it every single time, and I don't think you did either. I just don't know if either of us could handle anymore of this right now."

"Yeah, this is something that you have to think a lot about to make the right decision."

"We have to consider how things are going to be soon. It'll be the Road to WrestleMania once it's Royal Rumble, which is only a few weeks away. That's the most stressful time of the year at work. Admittedly, I know it'll be very hard for me to be staying away from the ring during that time if I'm not pregnant and not doing much else. I know I said that I could walk away from work and be content, but I'm missing being in the ring. That was my life pretty much for seven years. It was all about wrestling. That's even a big part of the reason that you and I ended up together. It's hit a point where it's hard for me to just be watching. Having a baby with you is my number one priority, Randy, but I don't think it's a good time to continue trying for now. That's why I want to wait until after WrestleMania. That's on your birthday. It's only a few months. Maybe I'm being selfish. I'm really sorry if that is how you view it because I probably am being selfish. I just couldn't lie to myself or you about how I've been feeling about this." I look down as I feel the tears start to roll down my face.

Randy tilts my face up, so I am looking at him as his eyes are starting to water. "Rissa, sweetheart, I don't think you're being selfish."

"You don't?"

"I don't. Do I wish you were already pregnant? Yes, very much. The fact is that you're not. The Road to WrestleMania is almost here. It's a very stressful time, and we both have a lot more than just that going on. I know that this isn't the only issue you've had lately."

I nod in agreement with Randy. "I've been miserable since you've been injured on top of this situation and John Laurinaitis and everything else that we've been dealing with. That's why I got sent home from the SmackDown filming. Eve is in that storyline with Zack Ryder and told him how miserable I was. Zack said something about it to Teddy Long, and Teddy sent me home. Then, I got home, and I was honestly a bit upset you weren't here after what went down on Saturday and you also not talking to me since until today. Then, I'm here all alone and freaked out because our house is getting broken into. All of this has just been hard to deal with all at once."

I burst into loud, emotional crying instead of the small amount of tears that had been rolling down my face.

Randy pulled me to him and held my head to his chest. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Rissa. I should've talked to you. I just couldn't bring myself to because it made my mind go to all of this. On Saturday, I didn't respond in a way that was appropriate for the situation. I didn't really know what to say, but I should've at least listened to you. I'm sorry. I could've made some of the things easier on you."

"Don't be blaming yourself, Randy."

"It is partially my fault though. I should've been easier to deal with when it comes to the whole potentially not trying to conceive for a while, and I should've been the one talking to you when we got broken into. That's all on me."

"Babe, stop that. We're talking right now. That's what matters."

"Sorry, I just feel really horrible about how the situation is. I just want to fix everything."

"It's impossible to fix everything."

"I know, but I would if it was possible. I love you, Rissa. I want everything to work for us."

I look up at Randy as I've slowed down my crying. "I love you too. What are we going to do?"

Randy looks at me as silent tears roll down his cheek. "First of all, I think you should tell work that you're still freaked out about our home being broken into, so you're not forced into going into work next week and can take a break from backstage stress. This is really hard for me to say, but I agree with you. We should take a break from trying to conceive for a little while. If you want to get back into the ring during that period of time, you will have my full support. The Royal Rumble is here in Saint Louis after all. It would be very cool to wrestle at home in one of the biggest pay per views of the year. I think that we take a break from trying to conceive, and after WrestleMania is over, we look at how things are and decide whether or not to start picking up on trying again. I want us to have less on our shoulders when we start trying again."

I hug him tightly as tears are still rolling down both our faces. "Okay. I'll not go into work next week, and we'll stop trying to conceive for now. I love you so much."

Randy hugs me back. "I love you too."