I was up all damned night. I can’t believe that he would do that to me. Right there on national TV. As if that Melina shit wasn’t bad enough, then I had to endure the whole Rey Rey thing. I just can’t believe that he would actually hold hands with another man on TV. Didn’t he know I was watching? Of course he did, but did that stop the almighty Batista? Oh, hell no. He just went right on doing it. Hugging, touching, even kissing on occasion. Granted, it wasn’t the kind of kiss he gives me, but it was kissing none the less. On the head, on the check, it doesn’t matter it’s kissing right?

If he knows what’s good for him he won’t even come home. I don’t care if it is Christmas. he just needs to keep his ass in Rhode Island, or go to wherever in the hell Rey lives and spend Christmas with him. All I am is a glorified houseboy anyway. I cook his meals, do his laundry, clean the house, and pack his bags so he can leave me to go spend time with his real boyfriend. I also buy all the birthday, Christmas, and Valentine gifts for his girls. I’m just a not so contented little house husband here.

The phones ringing, and I know it’s him. If I pick it up he’s gonna say, ‘Hey sweetie, what’s going on?’ Like he doesn’t know. I don’t want to talk to him right now. That’s why I’m letting the machine get it. If I talk to him right now, I’m gonna wind up saying a lot of things that can’t be taken back. And as mad as I am at him, I still don’t want to hurt him. So it’s best if I just don’t.

I know it sounds crazy, but I still love him with all my heart. Even though, I think he’s cheating on me, and he never spends any time with me. I still love him. I can’t help it. You’ve seen the guy. He’s a god. I still find it amazing what I’m willing to sacrifice just to call myself his.

I sacrificed my job for this man. I thought things would get better once I was transferred to Smackdown, but then he got transferred to. It didn’t get any better. We were constantly at each other’s throats, we argued over petty little things, and snapped each other’s heads off at the drop of a hat. We were just spending to much time together. So when my contract came up for renewal, I declined the offer and headed down south. I thought that would fix everything. Guess what? I thought wrong. We don’t spend any time together at all anymore. But, hey, at least we’re not fighting.

If we’re talking about sacrifices, let’s not forget the time I have given up. I used to have all the free time in the world, but that’s gone. If I’m not doing something around the house, I’m shopping for something for the house, or a gift for one of his daughters, or watching his daughters when they come to spend a weekend with ‘daddy’. who, by the way, never seems to be here when they are. It just seems like I don’t have one spare minute to myself anymore. Unless you count the lonely nights I lay in bed, wishing he were there.

I’ve even sacrificed my integrity. I must have told him a hundred time that I was leaving. I even packed my bags once, even though this is my house. I was going to leave. But, being the puss that I must be, all it took was one look into those deep brown eyes of his, and seeing that one tear that was welling up in the corner, and I dropped my bags faster then Kevin Nash drops in a match. I know this should be the last straw, but I know in my heart that I couldn’t leave him now either. I know it’s crazy, but like I said, I love him.

Dave’s pov

I’m looking for a place
I’m searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
Cause nothings going right
And everything’s a mess
And no one likes to be alone

That’s what greeted me when I walked through the door. He’s got it playing through the entire house. It’s loud as hell in here, and I can still hear him slamming things in the kitchen. He must be starting dinner. He does that. Even when he’s mad he thinks of me first. He knew that I was gonna be hungry when I got home. I didn’t eat all day, I just wanted to get home to him.

I know I haven’t treated him all that great. I don’t spend the time with him that I should, and I rely on him to do some pretty menial things that I should do myself. But, still I have no idea why he’s so mad right now. I thought he’d be thrilled that we are going to be spending nine whole days together. With our jobs that’s pretty much unheard of.

I just turned the music down so I know he’ll be out here in a second or two. I just want to get to the bottom of all this and have a nice Christmas.

“Who in the hell turned that down?” He screamed as he came storming out of the kitchen. “Oh it’s just you.”

“Well don’t sound to thrilled there, sweetie.” I said, stepping toward him and trying to get a hug from him. He pulled away from me like I was on fire or something. Guess I’d better try a different approach. “What’s wrong?”

He just looked at me like I’d grown a third eyeball or something. “You know damn well what’s wrong with me, you cheating son of a bitch!” He screamed.

“What?” I say totally confused by now. I have no idea what he’s talking about. I called him and told him the entire story line about the Melina thing. Besides he knows that girls do nothing for me anyway. I really hope that’s not what’s gotten him to this point.

“Oh don’t stand there and try to pretend that you aren’t fucking Rey Mysterio.” He said, looking madder than I’d ever seen him. I don’t know where he got that notion, but in a way, I’m liking the reaction it’s getting. I think I like this side of him. Not enough to let him think what he’s thinking, but I like it.

“Is that what this is all about?” I say, after pulling myself from my thoughts. “You think me and Rey are fucking?”

“Well if you’re not, then explain the kisses on his head, and the holding hands thing. I’m not blind you know.” He said, hanging his head. He really thinks that I would do that. This relationship has gone astray somewhere.

“Look sweetie, I just look after Rey. He was one of Eddies closest friends and I feel like I should take care of him for Eddie. There’s nothing going on between me and Rey.” I said, finally being able to wrap my arms around him and force him to look up at me. “I swear.”

He looked up at me, and I saw tears starting to fall down his cheeks. “You never spend any time with me anymore.” He said, as I wiped the tears off his face. “Before we were spending to much time together, now we don’t spend any. It just seems like you don’t even love me anymore. And when I saw you on TV with Rey... I mean that’s how you used to treat me.”

It hit me like a ton of bricks right then. Everything he was saying was true. I’ve been an ass. “You listen to me William Jason Reso, I love you with all my heart. And everything you just said was true. I don’t spend enough time with you, I don’t treat you the way I should anymore. But that’s all going to change right now.” I said, as I picked him up, just like I do Rey and like I used to do him, and carried him to the couch. I settled on the couch with my Jay on my lap, grabbed the remote to the stereo, turned on some sappy love song, and showed him some seriously overdue affection. I think this Christmas should be the best ever. Especially when I pop the question on Christmas Eve.