This is my big (cross your fingers for me) two minute monalogue for next Tuesday....

"I've been happy with you...but sad as well.Too sad as well. Too humiliated. Too hurt. I never thought it mattered at all your being so much older. Now I can see that it does. Not the years. Not the difference in experience. It's that you'll go on being exactly the same and I'm changing....I've loved you. I believe you love me. But you've lived and behaved exactly as you wanted with me like some kind of appendage. Where have I been? Who did anybody ever think I was? Some of your friends still can't even remember my name! Others pity me. I can count on one hand the number of times I've ever been asked a question about myself. I imagine people find me dull and boring. You drink. You talk. You dominate. I'm the one who drives you home. You rant. You rave. You're the evenings entertainment. I'm the one you turn on when we get home. I should think I'm despised. Not because anyone's taken the trouble to find out what I'm like.No.But because I must seem like your shadow."

The Arcata Promise by David Mercer