Post by Julianna DiMaria on May 10, 2018 0:15:56 GMT -5
“Making Sense”
Date: May 3, 2018
Julianna DiMaria hasn’t had a great going for her lately, though this has mostly to do with her personal life considering what recently happened with the man that she thought was Jimmy Pridmore. In addition, she continues to get herself swept up in controversy in New Generation Wrestling with her social media antics and her seemingly inept ability to have any tact whatsoever. But, while all of that is weighing on her mind in some form of intense way, the thing that is weighing her down the most is her parents and their increasingly acrimonious marriage, especially her father. Still, Julianna arrives in a house in the San Diego area that she’s familiar with, but almost never goes to, though that largely has to do with the fact that she hasn’t had a reason to go to it until today. Julianna walks to the front door after getting out of her car and she nervously rings the doorbell. She waits for a bit before a woman in her early to mid-forties, who does have a passing resemblance to her mother, answers the door.
Woman: Oh… Julianna…
Julianna: That’s how you greet your niece, Aunt Justine?
Julianna sighs, seemingly not taking that greeting from her mother’s sister all too well.
Aunt Justine: How am I supposed to react when you show up without a word or a warning, you being so busy with your wrestling career and all?
Julianna: Touche. But… really I just… you should know why I’m here.
Aunt Justine: Your mother. Of course. I understand. I’ll get her.
Julianna: Thanks.
Justine merely turns her head toward the kitchen area.
Aunt Justine: Elise!!! Julianna’s here!
Julianna’s eyes widen with surprise, obviously not expecting that.
Aunt Justine: She’s coming. If either of you need me, I’ll be upstairs playing Final Fantasy on my son’s XBOX…
Julianna: WHAT???
Julianna doesn’t know what to say as her aunt walks upstairs to do what she just said she was going to do. She steps in and shuts the door behind her. She looks to her right where she knows the kitchen is and sure enough, she sees her mother at the table. Her mother turns to look at her and she wastes no time getting up and walking toward her. Julianna walks toward her mother and within seconds of crossing paths, the two exchange a warm hug. Julianna knows deep down inside, although she will not admit it out loud, that this is the most genuine hug from her mother that she’s ever gotten.
Mrs. DiMaria: Hey!
Julianna: I’ve missed you!
Mrs. DiMaria: I know! The feeling is mutual.
The two break apart at this point.
Julianna: ...why does aunt Justine play Final Fantasy?
Mrs. DiMaria: She’s the crazy aunt, remember?
Julianna: Oh yeah… ANYWAY… how have you been? Why are you here?
Mrs. DiMaria: Your father would never think of looking for me here. I can’t look at him anymore without feeling sick to my stomach. But, I’m going to be alright though. What about you? You’re not doing so well…
Julianna: Mom, that’s ridiculous! Why the hell would you think that?
Mrs. DiMaria: Your last match? You were clearly out of it mentally. You clearly have so much going on inside of your head, young lady.
Julianna rolls her eyes without a response.
Mrs. DiMaria: And it’s clearly obvious that you’re not doing well because of your break up with…
Julianna: MOM!
Julianna’s eyes begin to well up with tears almost immediately.
Julianna: I don’t want to talk about that.
Mrs. DiMaria: I’m sorry, Julianna. But, you have to face this.
Julianna: I DID!
Mrs. DiMaria: How? By burning practically every remnant of his existence and your relationship with him in that ridiculous bonfire? At least you didn’t burn the kitten…
Julianna: That’s how, yes.
Mrs. DiMaria: Julianna… seriously… I just… I don’t know how to say this…
Julianna: Say what?
Mrs. DiMaria: Your erratic behavior ever since that break up… the bonfire, being mentally distracted during your match, and your social media.... MY GOD….
Julianna: What social media?
Mrs. DiMaria: You know… where you said that you wished that Jessica Sears was never born…
Julianna cringes a bit.
Mrs. DiMaria: Let me ask you something, hon. How would you feel if someone said that about you?
Julianna: Mom, it’s not a big deal, really. I mean, seriously, it’s not like anyone ever said that about me at any point in my life
Mrs. DiMaria: Your father did…
Julianna laughs at this.
Julianna: Good one mom!
Julianna continues to laugh for a bit, but she stops laughing when she realizes her mother is being serious: helped my the fact that she wasn’t laughing with her at all.
Julianna: Wait, you were serious. WHAT?
Her mother nods her head.
Julianna: My dad has gone on record wishing that I was never born?
Mrs. DiMaria: You have no idea, Julianna. He used to complain so much about the fact that you weren’t a boy.
Julianna: Wait… he wishes I was his son, not his daughter?
Mrs. DiMaria: Essentially…
Julianna’s eyes well up with tears again, but this time, they actually flow down her face.
Julianna: ...well gosh… that… that…
Mrs. DiMaria: Hurts, doesn’t it?
Julianna: Why did you have to mention that to me?
Mrs. DiMaria: So you can learn your lesson about saying those things to anyone, that’s why. I didn’t raise you to be like that.
Julianna: Lesson learned… harshly. Still… I mean… WOW! He really regrets that I wasn’t his son instead…
Julianna sighs.
Julianna: Did you guys ever try to have another child?
Mrs. DiMaria: You were a complicated pregnancy, Julianna. You turned out fine and everything, but it took such a toll on me that I was advised that attempting to have another child would be a serious danger to my own health. I would have loved to have had another child or two, but it just wasn’t meant to be. It doesn’t change how I feel about you and you know I love you more than anything in the world. And that’s why I’m so concerned…
Julianna: Why? What’s there to be concerned about?
Mrs. DiMaria: You want to sit down?
Julianna doesn’t hesitate as she goes to sit down at the table.
Mrs. DiMaria: Your behavior when it’s at its very worst scares me, Julianna. Because your actions during a time when you’re on your worst behavior? They remind me so much of your father…
Julianna: NO! I am NOT him!
Mrs. DiMaria: Do you honestly think that if he were in that situation that you were in, that he wouldn’t have burned anything related to me in a bonfire himself?
Julianna cringes quite a bit, knowing that her mother is right in every way with that question that she just asked her.
Mrs. DiMaria: I am not saying to be every bit like me during your wrestling career. What I am saying is, if you want that long-term success that you are clearly destined for with every ounce of your ability, you need to be less like HIM. If you continue to be like him, you’re going to have a short career. Someone could snap on you and deliberately injure you or something could happen to NGW and your reputation would be so toxic that no wrestling company would want to pick you up. I can’t let this go another day, Julianna. Your “I wish she wasn’t born” rant on social media was the final straw for me and as much as I want you to be as independent as possible, I’m afraid that I am going to do something that is going to contradict that, but for your own benefit.
Julianna: No… no… you’re not taking my independence away! With all due respect, I’m not going to live with you… especially HERE!
Mrs. DiMaria: No no, I’m not planning nor am I wanting you to live with me. You do your thing. I wasn’t talking about your independence. I was talking about doing something for the benefit of your health and career.
Julianna still looks perplexed, partially because she doesn’t trust her mother, and partially because she has a fear and worry that her mother must have did something that is going to set her back in her wrestling career.
Julianna: What… what did you do???
Julianna watches with curiosity as her mother pulls out a business card and slides it across the table. She’s confused initially, but ultimately, she decides to go with it as she picks up the business card and reads it aloud.
Julianna (reading aloud): Doctor Greg Montgomery, Occupational Therapist. Your next appointment is May 17 at 10 AM….
Julianna lets the card slip out of her hands.
Julianna: You got me a THERAPIST? WHAT? How can you do that?
Mrs. DiMaria: You’re still on my health plan, remember?
Julianna: UGH!!!! When can I turn 26 already?
Mrs. DiMaria: Julianna, this is the best thing for you, I promise.
Julianna: What the hell is this going to do for me, mom? Seriously! How is this… Doctor Greg Montgomery… going to help me with my wrestling career? I know I saw someone over my breakup, but that was supposed to be a one time thing.
Mrs. DiMaria: Well, maybe he can help you with that IED you were diagnosed with earlier today. But, sarcasm aside… what you need to do is to get every ounce of your father out of you! You need to learn how to control your anger and focus on what really matters instead of focusing on being a bully on social media and getting yourself in trouble all the time. I knew you weren’t going to like this, but you have to trust me. This is for the best. You can talk out your problems, you can have an unfiltered setting to yourself where you can say what’s on your mind without hurting a soul! You can learn how to focus and be the wrestler that I know you can be! Trust me sweetheart, this is going to help you more than you realize. I don’t want you to be like your father and I think this is the way to prevent that from happening. Deep down, I know you don’t want to be like him either.
More tears flow down her face, but this time, Julianna wipes them away.
Julianna: I… I don’t… I really don’t.
Mrs. DiMaria: I know you don’t and I’ll do whatever I have to do to help you, okay? You have that promise from me.
Julianna nods, fully understanding as she stands up from where she was seated.
Mrs. DiMaria: Any more questions?
Her mother stands up as Julianna musters up the courage to ask the question that’s been lingering on her mind for quite some time.
Julianna: I have one… you and Dad… what’s going to happen? Are you guys going to work this out?
Mrs. DiMaria: Julianna…
Her mother puts a hand on her shoulder.
Mrs. DiMaria: He’s been how he is for so long. After all these years… I can’t… I can’t anymore. We’re getting divorced!
Julianna is frozen with shock at the bombshell revelation she just heard.
Mrs. DiMaria: I’m sorry....
Her mother hugs her, but she doesn’t return the hug considering how frozen in shocked silence she is at the moment.
Mrs. DiMaria: You’ll understand someday…
Julianna doesn’t respond, or react. All she does is sit back down at the table, processing the latest bombshell in her life she just learned about… trying to make sense of it all...
Date: May 3, 2018
Julianna DiMaria hasn’t had a great going for her lately, though this has mostly to do with her personal life considering what recently happened with the man that she thought was Jimmy Pridmore. In addition, she continues to get herself swept up in controversy in New Generation Wrestling with her social media antics and her seemingly inept ability to have any tact whatsoever. But, while all of that is weighing on her mind in some form of intense way, the thing that is weighing her down the most is her parents and their increasingly acrimonious marriage, especially her father. Still, Julianna arrives in a house in the San Diego area that she’s familiar with, but almost never goes to, though that largely has to do with the fact that she hasn’t had a reason to go to it until today. Julianna walks to the front door after getting out of her car and she nervously rings the doorbell. She waits for a bit before a woman in her early to mid-forties, who does have a passing resemblance to her mother, answers the door.
Woman: Oh… Julianna…
Julianna: That’s how you greet your niece, Aunt Justine?
Julianna sighs, seemingly not taking that greeting from her mother’s sister all too well.
Aunt Justine: How am I supposed to react when you show up without a word or a warning, you being so busy with your wrestling career and all?
Julianna: Touche. But… really I just… you should know why I’m here.
Aunt Justine: Your mother. Of course. I understand. I’ll get her.
Julianna: Thanks.
Justine merely turns her head toward the kitchen area.
Aunt Justine: Elise!!! Julianna’s here!
Julianna’s eyes widen with surprise, obviously not expecting that.
Aunt Justine: She’s coming. If either of you need me, I’ll be upstairs playing Final Fantasy on my son’s XBOX…
Julianna: WHAT???
Julianna doesn’t know what to say as her aunt walks upstairs to do what she just said she was going to do. She steps in and shuts the door behind her. She looks to her right where she knows the kitchen is and sure enough, she sees her mother at the table. Her mother turns to look at her and she wastes no time getting up and walking toward her. Julianna walks toward her mother and within seconds of crossing paths, the two exchange a warm hug. Julianna knows deep down inside, although she will not admit it out loud, that this is the most genuine hug from her mother that she’s ever gotten.
Mrs. DiMaria: Hey!
Julianna: I’ve missed you!
Mrs. DiMaria: I know! The feeling is mutual.
The two break apart at this point.
Julianna: ...why does aunt Justine play Final Fantasy?
Mrs. DiMaria: She’s the crazy aunt, remember?
Julianna: Oh yeah… ANYWAY… how have you been? Why are you here?
Mrs. DiMaria: Your father would never think of looking for me here. I can’t look at him anymore without feeling sick to my stomach. But, I’m going to be alright though. What about you? You’re not doing so well…
Julianna: Mom, that’s ridiculous! Why the hell would you think that?
Mrs. DiMaria: Your last match? You were clearly out of it mentally. You clearly have so much going on inside of your head, young lady.
Julianna rolls her eyes without a response.
Mrs. DiMaria: And it’s clearly obvious that you’re not doing well because of your break up with…
Julianna: MOM!
Julianna’s eyes begin to well up with tears almost immediately.
Julianna: I don’t want to talk about that.
Mrs. DiMaria: I’m sorry, Julianna. But, you have to face this.
Julianna: I DID!
Mrs. DiMaria: How? By burning practically every remnant of his existence and your relationship with him in that ridiculous bonfire? At least you didn’t burn the kitten…
Julianna: That’s how, yes.
Mrs. DiMaria: Julianna… seriously… I just… I don’t know how to say this…
Julianna: Say what?
Mrs. DiMaria: Your erratic behavior ever since that break up… the bonfire, being mentally distracted during your match, and your social media.... MY GOD….
Julianna: What social media?
Mrs. DiMaria: You know… where you said that you wished that Jessica Sears was never born…
Julianna cringes a bit.
Mrs. DiMaria: Let me ask you something, hon. How would you feel if someone said that about you?
Julianna: Mom, it’s not a big deal, really. I mean, seriously, it’s not like anyone ever said that about me at any point in my life
Mrs. DiMaria: Your father did…
Julianna laughs at this.
Julianna: Good one mom!
Julianna continues to laugh for a bit, but she stops laughing when she realizes her mother is being serious: helped my the fact that she wasn’t laughing with her at all.
Julianna: Wait, you were serious. WHAT?
Her mother nods her head.
Julianna: My dad has gone on record wishing that I was never born?
Mrs. DiMaria: You have no idea, Julianna. He used to complain so much about the fact that you weren’t a boy.
Julianna: Wait… he wishes I was his son, not his daughter?
Mrs. DiMaria: Essentially…
Julianna’s eyes well up with tears again, but this time, they actually flow down her face.
Julianna: ...well gosh… that… that…
Mrs. DiMaria: Hurts, doesn’t it?
Julianna: Why did you have to mention that to me?
Mrs. DiMaria: So you can learn your lesson about saying those things to anyone, that’s why. I didn’t raise you to be like that.
Julianna: Lesson learned… harshly. Still… I mean… WOW! He really regrets that I wasn’t his son instead…
Julianna sighs.
Julianna: Did you guys ever try to have another child?
Mrs. DiMaria: You were a complicated pregnancy, Julianna. You turned out fine and everything, but it took such a toll on me that I was advised that attempting to have another child would be a serious danger to my own health. I would have loved to have had another child or two, but it just wasn’t meant to be. It doesn’t change how I feel about you and you know I love you more than anything in the world. And that’s why I’m so concerned…
Julianna: Why? What’s there to be concerned about?
Mrs. DiMaria: You want to sit down?
Julianna doesn’t hesitate as she goes to sit down at the table.
Mrs. DiMaria: Your behavior when it’s at its very worst scares me, Julianna. Because your actions during a time when you’re on your worst behavior? They remind me so much of your father…
Julianna: NO! I am NOT him!
Mrs. DiMaria: Do you honestly think that if he were in that situation that you were in, that he wouldn’t have burned anything related to me in a bonfire himself?
Julianna cringes quite a bit, knowing that her mother is right in every way with that question that she just asked her.
Mrs. DiMaria: I am not saying to be every bit like me during your wrestling career. What I am saying is, if you want that long-term success that you are clearly destined for with every ounce of your ability, you need to be less like HIM. If you continue to be like him, you’re going to have a short career. Someone could snap on you and deliberately injure you or something could happen to NGW and your reputation would be so toxic that no wrestling company would want to pick you up. I can’t let this go another day, Julianna. Your “I wish she wasn’t born” rant on social media was the final straw for me and as much as I want you to be as independent as possible, I’m afraid that I am going to do something that is going to contradict that, but for your own benefit.
Julianna: No… no… you’re not taking my independence away! With all due respect, I’m not going to live with you… especially HERE!
Mrs. DiMaria: No no, I’m not planning nor am I wanting you to live with me. You do your thing. I wasn’t talking about your independence. I was talking about doing something for the benefit of your health and career.
Julianna still looks perplexed, partially because she doesn’t trust her mother, and partially because she has a fear and worry that her mother must have did something that is going to set her back in her wrestling career.
Julianna: What… what did you do???
Julianna watches with curiosity as her mother pulls out a business card and slides it across the table. She’s confused initially, but ultimately, she decides to go with it as she picks up the business card and reads it aloud.
Julianna (reading aloud): Doctor Greg Montgomery, Occupational Therapist. Your next appointment is May 17 at 10 AM….
Julianna lets the card slip out of her hands.
Julianna: You got me a THERAPIST? WHAT? How can you do that?
Mrs. DiMaria: You’re still on my health plan, remember?
Julianna: UGH!!!! When can I turn 26 already?
Mrs. DiMaria: Julianna, this is the best thing for you, I promise.
Julianna: What the hell is this going to do for me, mom? Seriously! How is this… Doctor Greg Montgomery… going to help me with my wrestling career? I know I saw someone over my breakup, but that was supposed to be a one time thing.
Mrs. DiMaria: Well, maybe he can help you with that IED you were diagnosed with earlier today. But, sarcasm aside… what you need to do is to get every ounce of your father out of you! You need to learn how to control your anger and focus on what really matters instead of focusing on being a bully on social media and getting yourself in trouble all the time. I knew you weren’t going to like this, but you have to trust me. This is for the best. You can talk out your problems, you can have an unfiltered setting to yourself where you can say what’s on your mind without hurting a soul! You can learn how to focus and be the wrestler that I know you can be! Trust me sweetheart, this is going to help you more than you realize. I don’t want you to be like your father and I think this is the way to prevent that from happening. Deep down, I know you don’t want to be like him either.
More tears flow down her face, but this time, Julianna wipes them away.
Julianna: I… I don’t… I really don’t.
Mrs. DiMaria: I know you don’t and I’ll do whatever I have to do to help you, okay? You have that promise from me.
Julianna nods, fully understanding as she stands up from where she was seated.
Mrs. DiMaria: Any more questions?
Her mother stands up as Julianna musters up the courage to ask the question that’s been lingering on her mind for quite some time.
Julianna: I have one… you and Dad… what’s going to happen? Are you guys going to work this out?
Mrs. DiMaria: Julianna…
Her mother puts a hand on her shoulder.
Mrs. DiMaria: He’s been how he is for so long. After all these years… I can’t… I can’t anymore. We’re getting divorced!
Julianna is frozen with shock at the bombshell revelation she just heard.
Mrs. DiMaria: I’m sorry....
Her mother hugs her, but she doesn’t return the hug considering how frozen in shocked silence she is at the moment.
Mrs. DiMaria: You’ll understand someday…
Julianna doesn’t respond, or react. All she does is sit back down at the table, processing the latest bombshell in her life she just learned about… trying to make sense of it all...
