2 out of 3 monologue. Paul told me that since we lost our 2nd baby Ive changed and now I fight with him over the smallest thing.

by shadowhopp3r (student)

AS and A Level English

George Carsley Bromilow

2 without 3

Plan

- Julie speaks about how her husband changed

- She speaks about how they argue over the miscarriage

- Julie talks about her IVF treatment

- She speak about her embarrassment over it

Shouts are heard. Doors are slammed. Julie, a 41 year old woman runs into the living room crying. It is morning

How could he. This isn’t like him.

Pause

He never talks about it anymore; he acts as though it never happened. He was amazing after the first 2 miscarriages. He was always there for me, he did the shoppin’, the inronin’, urged me to rest and tenderly held my hand while the miscarriage ended. But after the last one I tried talkin’ talk to him but he just nodded his head and mumbled something. Finally, the other night I thought he was finally going to talk to me, but all he ended up saying was “If it bothers you that much go see a therapist. But just shut up about it will you!”…it really bothered me. I don't want to go see a therapist; I just want to be able to talk to him about it. I don't want to pretend that it didn't exist.

She starts to get emotional. Fade to black. Reappear to Julie sitting in a chair in her kitchen. It is the afternoon.

Paul told me that since we lost our 2nd baby I’ve changed and now I fight with him over the smallest thing. I haven’t changed…he has gone from loving me and saying “We’ll get through this” to the point can’t stand talking to me. I kept asking him quite frequently how he was but since I got nothing from him I stopped, but suddenly he starts having a go at me saying “It’s all about you, you ...

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She starts to get emotional. Fade to black. Reappear to Julie sitting in a chair in her kitchen. It is the afternoon.

We tried IVF. We couldn’t do it any more than once because of how expensive it was. I was told that it was successful, but my body had to quickly adjust to the sudden “intruder”. I was over the moon; it was finally happening, I was going to be a mother. But a few days after I went for my check-up to see if everything was okay I got a phone call and I was told that my body wasn’t adjusting quickly enough and that I had to go back in the next day so that it didn’t result in a miscarriage. The waiting was killing me, but I still had hope –even if it was just a small amount- all I could do was pray and wait. Unfortunately my worst fears were realised. It was over. Another miscarriage. The third miscarriage.

Fade to black. Reappear to Julie sitting in a chair looking through the window.

Whenever I go out, I know what they think of me. All of them give me those looks, you know the “Oh, she’s the one that can’t get pregnant” and “I feel sorry for the husband”. Well it isn’t my fault! Mum says that I am just being paranoid, but I’m not, I know I’m not. I try to keep my head down and just shrug it off but it is too hard. I just want them to spend a day as me and then they would know how I feel. How alone I feel. How empty. How useless.

Thursday, 10 November 2011