Unanswered by Debs Arguing and fighting.

Fighting and arguing.

No 'I love you's', no gentle touches, no sweet words, just screams and punches.

Where did we go wrong?

I remember our first date. You were such a gentleman, holding the door open for me, pulling the seat out, listening to everything word said. Laughing at my jokes, making me feel special....

I remember when we fist made love. You were so caring with me, being careful not to hurt me, cause you knew it was my first time, making sure I was satisfied.

You used to tell me you loved me every day. If we had to be separated for any amount of time, you'd always send me flowers. Beautiful red roses. Cause you knew they were my favourites.

You used to hold me at night and make me feel safe.

What happened to you?

Why did you change?

Why did you hit me?

Was it because I laughed at Adam's joke?

Was it because I talked to Jay?

Was it because I sparred with Matt and Jeff?

Or was it because of the gold band around my finger?

Did I suddenly become your property when I slid that ring on?

Did that band mean I couldn't have a life?

Did it mean I wasn't allowed to speak to anyone but you?

Did it mean that, although I was your husband, you could still sleep around?

Did it give you the right to rape me when I didn't want to have sex?

Did it give you permission to beat me from one end of our home to the other cause I didn't have your dinner ready when you wanted it?

Did it give you the right to fuck Kurt when I was in the same house as you?

Did it give you the right to break me?

How did it feel to break me?

Did it make you feel superior?

Were you suddenly a better man than I was?

Did beating me so bad, that I had to beg to be left alone, make you happy?

Did you enjoy calling me names when you hit me?

Did you tell all your friends that I was your bitch?

Did they laugh and congratulate you?

Did you feel powerful when you let Hunter rape me?

Did it feel good when you sold my body to Shane?

Were you pleased when Mark drugged me?

Did you laugh when Steve dragged me away kicking and screaming after he paid you to use me as his fuck-toy for a week?

Did you enjoy the money you earned from whoring my ass out?

Did you like it when I begged to die?

Did you smile when I screamed to be left alone?

Did you get hard when I was blindfolded and whipped by Vince?

Did you feel pity when I couldn't walk for a month?

Did you revel in my pain?

Were you happy when my eyes were swollen shut?

Were you delighted when I found out I was dying?

Did you smirk when the doctor confirmed I had AIDS?

Did you laugh when my body started to shut down?

Did you find it amusing when I had to take ten pills a day?

Did you feel relieved when I died?

Were you bored at my funeral?

Were you happy I was gone?

Did you ever feel sorry for me?

Did you ever love me, Chris?

Were you even capable of love?

Or could you love everyone else except Chris Jericho?

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