Cheating Dialogue. [in transition]

(1 has just caught 2 , her girlfriend, in bed with a guy. The guy has removed himself from the situation and 1 & 2 are having it out.)

1: Oh my god, with HIM? Are you kidding me? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why?

2: [sits on a couch directly in front of one who has taken to pacing the floor] I don't know why I did it. We were just friends and then, I just didn't know how to say no and you've been so melancholy and distant. I didn't know what to do for you...

1: [stops pacing and glares directly at 2 as she began to speaks her voice is louder than before.] Oh, don't give me that load of sh*t. I'm depressed, so hey, let's just fuck around with that sleaze ball behind my back because that will cheer me right up! How in the hell are you seriously going to try to make this my fault? YOU took YOUR clothes off and YOU let him f*ck you for God knows how long now. You knew what you were doing was wrong but you did it anyway. I didn't even have a say in the matter because the answer would have been H*ll f*cking no. I've been 'melancholy' because you've been a sneaky, conniving little tramp and I knew it. I repeatedly called you out on it and you just kept on and kept on with your pleas of innocence. [turns away]

2: [crying now, very audibly-almost comically] Please, listen to me...I didn't mean to hurt you...I swear, I love you and I'm so sorry.

1: [who is visibly choking on anger and tears, turns to look down at 2. Her words come out in a hiss] It's a little f*cking late for that sentiment NOW don't you think? I flat out told you what would happen... if you... if this... All I can see when I look at you is the mental image of the two of you crawling all over what you said we had. This is about you...not me; when I think of all the lies, the needless arguments, the games you'd play with my head to make me believe you were something you are clearly not... [clasps stomach and physically grimaces] you make me sick! [returns to pacing]

2: Please, it doesn't have to be this way. We can work through this. I'm so sorry.

1: [turns to face 2 again] Yeah, you're sorry now because you were busted. If I hadn't caught you would it even so much as register in your conscience tomorrow? Please, spare me. [returns to pacing] You're sorry because you got caught. That's all. And no we can't just get passed this. I told you, I f*cking told you... You knew this was the one thing... you knew... and you did it anyway. For what?

[faces the couch]

What the hell were you getting from him IN BED that you weren't getting from me? Besides the obvious, which you've always said didn't interest you much. You didn't think about my feelings, you didn't think about me at all and if you did... well, then you're just an evil, heartless b*tch.

2: [reaches out and grabs 1's hand taking on a 'begging posture'] That's how you feel and I understand that I deserve that...but why? We CAN work through this, I promise you, it will not happen again. Isn't what we DO have enough to help us mend the damage that's been done. Don't you love me enough to forgive and move on? Please, give me a chance to make it up to you. Please?

1: [Pulls hand away and glares psychotically at 2] Don't YOU DARE question MY love for YOU... I wasn't the one who allowed some jerk-off to stick his c*ck inside of me. I DO LOVE YOU, you f*cking a**hole. That's the problem. No, no I can't f*cking forgive you because I can't forget what you've done...I'll think about it and it'll drive me crazy... I'll see him all over you, for no reason...just at the mention of something that reminds me... and I'll freak...

2: [stands up and moves towards 1 who pushes her away.] It's ok. I deserve it and we'll get passed it. I'll live through it if you don't leave me. I love you and I don't want you to go.

1: [walks to the other side of the room from 2] No. That will never work! Never! I'll be suspicious. You wouldn't be able to have a life or friends or anything but me. Do you understand that? I will smother you. I will break you in half because that's how I feel right now. You'd be a prisoner in this house, with me.

2: [runs to 1, drops to knees, sobbing] That's ok. In time... we just need time. I'll serve my penance and everything will be ok.

1: [looks disgusted and moves away] Penance??? This isn't a church. This is OUR home, which you've desecrated with your infidelities. You have made this place a tomb now. I can't do this. I can't live through this again. I told you that. Not again! Not ever! Don't you get it? You have to be YOU! I have to be ME. If we stay, I won't be able, mentally or emotionally, to handle you having a life; I'll distrust your every move, breath and action. I'll get angry with you for 'no reason' because I'll accidentally think of this. I will crush you with my anger and my hurt until I bury you completely beneath it; as you've crushed me with the weight of your dishonesty. Everything will come crashing down just as bad, if not worse, than it would be now. I CANNOT put either of us through that...

2: [moves from being on her knees to collapsing against the wall into a sitting position with her head in her hands, still crying] Please...? This isn't what I want. I want to be with you. I've always believed we should be together, you are the half that makes me whole.

1: Yeah right! If that were true Sweetheart, I wouldn't have seen what I've seen tonight. No... I can't forgive you and I won't suffer your selfishness a moment longer. I want you OUT of my life. I don't want to see your face or hear your blasphemous name. In fact, I don't want to know you anymore!

2: [straightens up and then stands up, her voice steady.] Fine, you want me to be honest? Ok, this-you and me- is not me. I'm not ok with what 'we' are. I'm not ... I need stability that this relationship cannot provide. I want the fairy tale. The storybook wedding with the house, the fence, the cake and the dress... that's not possible with you, it's never going to be possible.

1: It IS possible. I asked you. You said yes. We could have done it. I don't need a d*ck to be a 'knight in shining armor'. I'm bloody well here with you, everyday. I kiss you, I hold you, I help you, I love you. You really need that one piece of paper in order to know that I love you? Seriously? That's ridiculous. Have you always been so narrow? What the f*ck?! Regardless, you couldn't have figured out that you weren't interested in 'me' before you started this or at the very least before I fell in love with you? I'm not what you want? Then what the fuck was this all for?

2: I don't know. I love you. I do. I just... [straightens awkwardly] It doesn't matter... you're done. Right? You don't want me anymore; just like that, you can walk away... so what does it really matter?

1: [Voice raised, glaring mercilessly at 2] Don't! Don't you dare!!! I've stayed. In spite of all the ridiculous sh*t you've put me through just so you could f*ck around with him, I'm still here. It was you who walked away, on your back with your legs spread wide open.

2: You'll never find anyone who loves you as much as I do, you know that right? I'm the best thing that ever happened to you.

1: [turns to face 2] I certainly hope not...take your shameless, conceited, whorish a** out of my face and out of my life. I hope you rot in your arrogance and if you're seriously the best thing that's ever happened to me I hope I'm dead soon. [turns away]

2: Fine! [grabs jacket and purse from the couch then turns in the direction of 1 who is looking away.] Your loss. Do you think anyone else is going to come along and give you attention? You're a washed-out loser, afraid of damn near everything; your sadness and your lack of ambition makes you stupid and frumpy. [opens the front door] You should consider yourself lucky that I paid you any mind.

1: [who'd been quietly sobbing, turns to face 2] Oh honey, I consider myself lucky that I'm getting off the ride before it crashes. You would rather do what's "expected" of you than face theprospect of being alone. You're a f*cking coward. In the stillness of some far-off night you'll wake up from the nightmare that is your 'average', fairy-tale existence and realize that it's eating you alive from the inside out. Or perhaps, his disillusions will come to an end and he'll see you for what you really are. Either way the fairy tale will die, as they always do under such dishonest circumstances, and you will still end up miserable and alone. And yes, someday, I hope someone does love me because it's obvious, now more than ever, that you never did. That was just another of your lies. Now f*ck off.

2: Whatever! [Closes the door behind her as she exits.]

(End of scene.)