Wednesday: May 23, 2012 2:17 P.M.

Randy and I are sitting together in the courthouse. Randy grabs my hand.

"Hey," Randy whispers. "Are you alright?"

I lean on his shoulder. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fine, Randy. Just wanting to get this done and over with."

"Ah I see. It'll be alright, Rissa."

"It better be. I just want to see him get what he deserved."

"I know, Marissa Lynn. It'll be how it's supposed to be in the end."

"Wow, bringing out the full name, huh?"

"I'm just trying to cheer you up. You know I love seeing that smile."

I smile at Randy. "You're lucky that you're good at making me smile."

Randy laughed. "I know, Rissa. I know."

Randy and I looked at each other as the judge allowed the jury to leave to discuss the case. It seemed our case was pretty solid. I notice John Laurinaitis and David Otunga glaring at us. I was almost certain that I was going to win this, but anxiety was getting to me pretty bad.

My lawyer, Samantha, looked at me. "Are you alright?"

The judge dismissed us until the jury got back. Randy and I walked out of the courtroom, and he pulled me into his arms.

"Look at me." Randy whispers. "They'll rule in your favor, Rissa. That case was great for you. Okay?"

I nod. "Okay, I hear you. I think anxiety is getting to me."

Randy holds me. "I'm right here. I'll stay with you."

"Thank you. I just hope everything goes the right way."

"Trust me, it will go the right way. It's okay to have anxiety about it. I know you tend to worry about it."

"Yeah, I'm a worrier. That's how I am."

Randy kisses my forehead. "I'm sure the jury will side with you on this."

"I hope so."

My lawyer comes over. "The jury is back in."

"Already?" Randy asks.

"Yeah, I think that's a good sign. I think our case showed John Laurinaitis easily as having something against Marissa which makes us look more credible."

"That's good. Let's go."

I lean on Randy as I walk back towards the courtroom with him.

"We find the defendant guilty and order him to pay the plaintiff 500,000 dollars in damages." The lady speaking for the jury says.

I hug Randy. "We did it."

Randy hugs me. "You're damn right."

The judge nods. "Court is adjourned."

Everyone starts to exit the courtroom. I notice John Laurinaitis and David Otunga glaring in my direction.

Randy places in hand on my shoulder. "Just remember you just beat him in a court case.

I lean on him. "I know. That'll give me something to smile about."

"Of course. What are we going to do with the money?"

"We'll do something with it."

"Like what?"

"I'll think of something. Maybe start college funds for our children."

Randy laughs. "That may not be a bad idea."

"We'll figure out what we'll do later. I'm not worried about it yet."

"Okay."

Friday: May 25, 2012 10:17 A.M.

I was doing yoga in the living room to relax this morning. I had my first therapy session later today, and I wanted to lose some stress before going. I didn't want to stress so much that it drew concern from Randy. If it drew concern from Randy, he'd figure out that I have therapy later. I didn't want to have a discussion with Randy about my therapy until after I went to this first session.

Randy walks in. "Hey, what are you doing?"

I switched over into a new yoga position. "I'm doing yoga."

"Why?"

"Between the stress from work and from the court case, I figured doing something to relax would probably be good."

"Oh, I see. Your brother invited us over to hang out with him and Kenny around five this evening. Do you want to go?"

"You know what? How about I don't go and you do? You haven't had a night with the guys for a while."

Randy gives me a concerned look. "Are you sure? You're family to those two as well. They'd like getting to see you."

"Well, I think you should go enjoy a night with guys. They'll get over missing me."

"If you say so. What are you going to do?"

I shrug. "I can go run some errands. Then, I'll come home and drink some wine. I'll be fine. I think you should go spend some time with them. Go drink beers together like you used to."

Randy nods. "Alright. I'll even take Spike with me. Kenny hasn't met him yet."

"Sounds like a plan."

I check in at the front desk at my therapist's office before sitting down in the waiting room. I kept my sunglasses on my face to help disguise my face, just in case one of the few other people in the waiting room actually knew who I was, as I don't want to be recognized. I played on my phone as I waited on my appointment.

"Marissa?" A woman says.

I get up and take in a deep breath before I follow the woman through a door and into an office.

The woman closes the door behind before extending a hand to me. "Hi, I'm Dr. Sullivan. Glad to meet you."

I shake her hand, feeling some anxiousness now that I'm at my therapy session. "Hi, I'm Marissa Orton."

"Nice to meet you, Marissa. Take a seat, and we can get started."

I slowly take a seat. Dr. Sullivan sits on the chair that's across from me. There's a few minutes of silence between us.

"So…" Dr. Sullivan starts to say. "This is your first time in therapy, right?"

I nod. "Yeah."

"Why did you decide to start therapy?"

"Well…for quite some time now, I've been stressed out constantly, nonstop. I tend to get upset about things pretty easily. I've just got a lot going on, so here I am."

Dr. Sullivan takes some notes. "Alright. Let's talk about you then. What causes this stress?"

I shrug. "It depends on the day really."

"What caused stress for you today?"

"Admittedly, mainly thinking about this therapy session."

"Okay. What about a normal day for you? What causes stress for you on a normal day?"

"It can be a range of things. Work definitely is a big cause of stress for me. My frustration with certain people, usually at work. My friendships at times, my relationships with family members, and my marriage occasionally."

Dr. Sullivan nods as she continues to take notes. "Okay. Let's talk about work since that was the first thing you mentioned. What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a professional wrestler."

"So you travel a lot while you work?"

I nod. "I do."

"Does this travel cause you a lot of stress?"

"Not really. Unless I'm dealing with a flight delay or something like that."

"Do you stress about your wrestling matches?"

"When they're major matches, yes, I stress about them. For example, I'm a champion right now. When I have to defend my championship, I tend to stress out."

"I see. Are there any hostile situations at work that stress you out?"

"Well, I have issues with the man who is in charge of running both of the wrestling shows that I perform on. I just won a defamation case against him two days ago."

"How long have you had issues with him?"

"More than six months definitely. Probably somewhere between six and nine months."

"Do you think you'll continue to stress since your court case is over?"

"I think it's quite possible."

Dr. Sullivan looks at her watch. "Well, we're about out of time. I want you to think about something the next time you stress over issues with this man you work with. Think about if he's really worth that stress. Alright?"

I nod. "Alright."

"Does the same time next week work for your next appointment?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I'll see you then. Have a good evening."

"Thanks, you too." I exit the office quietly.

I think I want to take more time to decide how I feel about this before I tell anyone, even Randy, about the fact that I'm in therapy.