He must think that I’m completely blind. I hate to be the one to inform him though, my vision is twenty twenty. I see everything. The way he looks at his tag partner, the way he takes a little longer in the shower than he should after they’ve had a match, and especially the way he looks oh so excited every time he gets to walk to the ring with James. You see, they have a little ritual. Right before they walk out there, James will tap him on the ass and say, “Let’s go get ‘em partner.” It turns my stomach to see the effect that has on Chris. MY Chris.

Yes I’m talking about Chris Harris, one half of the most popular tag team in the world, according to some magazines I’ve read anyway. We’ve been dating for the past year and a half, although sometimes it feels more like a lifetime, when you consider what I’ve put up with for the last year.

When we first got together, everything was perfect. You can’t help but fall in love with a guy like ‘The Wildcat’ Chris Harris, because his name says it all. He’s a wildcat. There is never a dull moment around my Chris. He’s always doing the most outlandish things, just to get me to smile or laugh. But to tell you the truth, I think he got his nickname in the bedroom. The sex is nothing short of mind blowing. The way his hair feels when I run my fingers through it, the way his lips feel when he locks them with mine for a passionate kiss. Well I don’t have to tell you. You’ve seen him, he’s breathtaking.

He would also do the sweetest things for me. The first date we went on was something to remember. He opened doors for me, pulled out my chair at the restaurant, held my hand while we were driving anywhere, and if he wasn’t doing any of those things he was telling me how wondrous and attractive I was. Oh yeah, it took a very long time to fall in love with someone like that. That’s how it was for about the first six months we were together. Then something changed.

It didn’t happen overnight. There were subtle changes here and there. First there was the sex. When we first hooked up, Chris’s lust was insatiable. It was like he literally couldn’t keep his hands off me. Of course, you didn’t hear me complaining to much. Well let’s just say that his appetite started diminishing. It tapered off to the point that we were lucky to be having sex two or three times a week. Now a days it’s more like once a week, if I’m lucky. Come to think of it I haven’t been lucky in about two weeks.

Then there was the sweet things he did. They became pointedly less and less. Hell the other night I had to carry all our bags to and from the car. Chris just seemed a little preoccupied, if you get my hint. It’s like he couldn’t wait to get into the arena. Hmmm...... I wonder why? Don’t get me wrong it’s not like I mind carrying the bags, and I know it sounds awful, but I just wish it was because he was injured or anything else for that matter. Not because he wanted to go see him.

He also began to stay out later and later with his cowboy. It just started by going to the bars with him a couple of nights a week. It didn’t take it very long to progress to every night though. Sometimes I wouldn’t see him until two or three in the morning, and let’s just say that he didn’t smell like liquor either, unless bars started selling shots of Eternity for men.

I mean if it didn’t hurt so bad, I could completely understand. James is one hell of a hot guy. Him and Chris do have a lot of things in common. They both share a passion for this business, and for other things obviously. They’re both about the same size. I’m sure Chris thought, that since I was almost a half a foot shorter than him, and the fact that I do look like some little kid, or at least I’ve been told, that he had to protect me. Him and James are about the same age too. Only about a year and half separate them. Hell I’m 8 years younger than Chris. No wonder he wanted someone else.

Well this morning was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. I woke up alone this morning, for the first time in about a year and half. I called Chris’ cell to see where he was. You’ll never believe what he told me. He said that him and James were out pretty late and he didn’t want to wake me, so he slept in James’ room last night. That’s it, I can’t go on like this.

That’s why I’m standing in the airport, catching the first flight back to Detroit. I’m not completely heartless, I left him a letter, explaining why I left. I don’t think he’ll be to heart broken. I mean he does have the arms of a cowboy to comfort him. Maybe if I’m lucky, it will get around to a certain star from North Carolina, that Chris Sabin is a free man now.