Gabriella was slowly losing her mind as she walked down the steps of her apartment complex for what seemed like the twentieth time that day.

If Randy wasn't watching numerous hours of wrestling tape, he was barking orders of things he needed before he eventually went outside on the balcony to stare for hours at a time.

Gabriella ran a hair through her messy hair. She couldn't even remember the last time that she saw a genuine smile on her boyfriend's gorgeous face. It had been a month since the surgery and Randy was no happier than he was the night in the hospital.

Gaby tried to keep an upbeat look on things but it was no coincidence that she had been spending more and more time at school lately. She was running out of things to do or say to make him realize that everything was going to be alright. She just needed to clear her head.

After going to the grocery store for more bullshit that he didn't even really need, Gaby started her slow trip back upstairs towards her own personal hell.

Just as she was reaching for her keys, she heard yelling coming from Mickie's apartment. Using her spare key, she opened the door to find Mickie standing in the middle of the room throwing various glass objects around.

"Mick, what the hell is going on?" Mickie turned to look at her friend and finally sat down.

"This is bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. I'm better than 90 percent of those bitches that are flashing their tits on TV right now, but do I get a chance, hell no. Son of a bitch." Mickie reached over and grabbed a beer from the coffee table.

"What happened?"

"Oh just the fact that Vince called up two more girls to join the roster and of course, I am not one of them. This is such bullshit.

I work my ass off to prove that I'm a damn good wrestler and still I'm being overlooked by chicks with tits the size of boulders. What the fuck is the point of busting my ass if it is just going to get me nowhere?"

Gaby looked sympathetically over at Mickie. She didn't really know what to say, so instead she just sat there as Mickie vented.

"I got an offer from TNA. You know that second rate wrestling show? Yeah, I'm not good enough for the WWE but apparently I am perfect for a wrestling show known as TNA."

"What are you going to do?"

Mickie sighed. "I'm going to take the job. John isn't happy about me going to the competition but his corn fed ass is sitting comfortably living his dream.

I have bills to pay and I need to start wrestling for more than 50 people at a time, so I guess I don't have much of a choice in the matter."

Gaby got up and took a seat next to Mickie. "It could be worse."

Mickie let out a sarcastic laugh. "How the hell could things be worse Gabriella?"

Gaby took a long look at Mickie's door before answering. "You could be dating Randy right now." The two girls looked at each other before sharing a laugh.

An hour later, Gaby finally made it back to her apartment, certain that Mickie wouldn't be destroying any more items. Shutting the door behind her, Gaby started towards the kitchen to start putting the groceries away.

"Where the hell have you been? Did you get lost on your way to the store?"

Gaby silently counted to ten in her head before answering. "I stopped by to see Mickie. She was having a bad day."

"What the fuck does she know about having a bad day? I'm the one with the fucked up arm, but whatever bitchy mood that chick is in is obviously more important than me. Nice to know that, Gabriella." Randy pushed past her as he grabbed a water out of the fridge before retreating back to the living room.

Gaby pushed the tears back from her eyes, refusing to let Randy know that he's words affected her. Instead she busied herself in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

5 minutes, Randy returns to the kitchen. He looks at Gabriella and shakes his head.

"You look like hell."

No shit Sherlock. "I have been busy with school and stuff."

"So busy that you can't even be bothered to comb your fucking hair? You are with me now. I'm a wrestler on TV every week and…"

"No you are not." Gaby set her knife down and sighed. She was getting very sick and tired of being berated by Randy.

"Excuse me?"

"You are not a wrestler on TV every week. You are an injured wrestler who has to sit back while other wrestlers are on TV every week. Randy, I love you. I love you with everything I have but enough is enough.

I have done everything I can for you the past couple of weeks and you can't even be bothered to say fucking thank you. Thank you. Two little words, is it that damn hard for you to say two fucking words to me.

I take you to your doctor's appointments, I cook your meals, I deal with you incessant bitching and now I've just had it."

"Gaby…"

"No don't say one fucking word to me. I'm trying really hard to understand this lifestyle of yours and I'm sorry that you can't be doing what you really want to do right now but this is not my fault.

I have bending over backwards for you and all I want is for my boyfriend to recognize the hard work I have been doing.

To maybe be a little fucking appreciative of everything I have been doing because a normal, sane woman would have left your stupid ass a long time ago." Gabriella threw a dish in the sink.

"You want to treat people like shit? Fine. Go outside and find some stupid ass girl to do all of this for you and take your yelling and degrading fucking attitude because I have had it."

Gabriella stalked through the living room, grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

"Gabriella, where are you going?"

"The hell away from you. By the time I get back here, I want you gone Randy. I want to believe that I am a strong woman, but I'm not this strong and I shouldn't have to be."

With that, Gabriella stormed out the house, leaving a confused and shocked Randy standing there.