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Mar. 29, 2014 Monologue Mania Day # 45
By Janet S. Tiger
© 2014 all rights reserved
(A man comes out onstage. He is older, dressed well, with a cane, but he barely uses it. He is jaunty, yet reserved. A gentleman.)
Yes, it is a lovely day for a walk, my friend. You've only known me for a bit, so I doubt you know the answer to this next question. Do you know what today is? My anniversary. A big one. Fifty years.
Amazing how the time can fly.
I don't know why I ever married her - wondered from the first day. My family warned me against her. And my friends. But I didn’t listen.
We didn't get along - she talked too much, laughed too loudly.
And then there were the children. So fast, so many.
I often wondered what my life would have been like if I'd not married her, married the girl before her.
So annoying. So many things that got on my nerves. (Listens) Why did we marry? Hmm….that’s a good question. Let me see if I can remember. It’s hard to recall after all these years……(Thinks)… She was pretty then, I suppose, and I….. was young and stupid.
(Listens) Am I still married?
Let me finish. I like to finish the way I like to finish.
We considered divorce. It would have been a very good choice I think, had we done it.
But instead, something happened. It was our 28th anniversary.
(He is quiet)
She woke up that morning and went out of the house to go shopping. She said since I didn't ever get her anything she liked, she was going to get it herself.
I remember it so well.....we had a big fight. Perfect way to start a special day.
She loved to shop. She spent far too much money on everything, but she wouldn't stop.
And so she left that morning, never to return.
Oh, no, I'm sorry that I gave the wrong impression.
She didn't run away. She was never that sort.
She was in a terrible car accident. Dead at the scene.
And I, I am still amazed after all these years how much I hate her. They say love is a powerful emotion, but I think hate wins. It has a power that is stunning
(He turns to walk offstage)
Shall we go down this street today? I think that's good....
(He stops, listens)
But of course, I also hate that she left me.
(He looks up)
And I am still amazed that -after all these years---(he wipes his eyes)- how much I still.....miss her.
(He exits. The end.)
Janet S. Tiger
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8