One Year Later...
Last year, I learned more about myself than I'd ever known. I also learned more about life than I ever could have hoped. Skylar DiBiase taught me both of those things.
She came into my life when I was on the verge to end it. Deep down, I think that's what God had planned. She showed me true love, happiness, and most importantly, the value of my life, not only to me, but to the ones around me.
We were engaged to be married, and I cheated on her. I knew she didn't try to kill our baby. Miscarriages happen every day. It wasn't her fault, or my fault. Our baby is in a better place.
After I cheated, Skye went to TNA. I haven't spoken to her since. She didn't forgive me for hurting her the way I did, and truth be told, I didn't forgive myself. Mark kicked my ass at WrestleMania two nights later, and I was forced to retire. Again.
I went back to San Antonio and fell back into my old habits of drinking and cutting. It got so bad that Steve had me committed to a psyche ward for four months. When I was released I went to Rebecca's house to visit Cam and Chey. Rebecca was amazingly understanding. She told me that she had no idea what kind of stuff I had been doing to myself since the breakup.
We started talking more and more, and the strangest thing happened. It was like we were dating again. We set our differences aside, and we're working on getting back together for the kids. And my sanity.
None of this wouldn't happen if it weren't for Skye. Even though I didn't get to keep her, in the end, she was the best experience of my life. And I hope that wherever she is and whatever she's doing, she's still smiling and knows how great she truly is.