Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Till death do us apart.

Throughout my high school career, I failed in alot of classes, and only excelled in drama because it is what I enjoy.
I enjoy making up scenes in my head then acting them out, I enjoy writing and make-believe scenarios which you would not come across in day-to-day life.

A few weeks ago, a friend of mine wrote up a blog about his divorce with his ex-wife which they held a relationship for over 10 years. I asked him, after 10 years of matrimony and marriage, how could you do it?. His answers absolutely shook me off my chair, and I thought to myself "how could a man pity someone so much after 10 years of being together and looking after each other?"  so I did what I do best, and I created the scenario in my head and played the whole thing out, this is what I have so far on one of the most emotional scripts I've yet to write, inspired by a true story and a dear friend, but for educational purposes;

So that we may learn from those who have gone through the pain and misery.
So that we don't have to walk the path they have bled on.



(Note: this script includes dialogue as well as monologue, to help act out the scene)
(Key: J = John, M = Marsha)


The Break up.
(John arrives home after a daunting day at work to his wife serving dinner. John sits down at the dinner table with his wife and they begin to eat the misou soup which was now cold. In one motion John reaches out softly to grab marshas' hand).

J: I've something to tell you Marsha
(Pause) 

(Marsha continued to eat quietly, as John observed the hurt in her eyes. John didn't know how to say it, or what to begin with despite going over it in his head a thousand times, but he had to let her know what he was thinking)

J: I want a divorce.
(Marsha didn't seem to be annoyed by his words, instead she only lowers her head)

M: Why?

(Pause)
(John avoids her question in silence with a grim look on his face, the silence puts Marsha in a state of anger, Marsha throws her fork and knife away and rises in one swift motion)

M: You're not a man!
(John knew that all she wanted was to know what happened to their marriage, but he could barely give her an explanation, he had lost his heart for Marsha, He didn't love here anymore, he only felt pity. That night, silence distilled the air as Marsha went to bed and John would spend the night on the couch with Marshas' weeping in the background)

The Next Day.
(With a deep sense of guilt, John drafted a divorce agreement which stated Marsha would own the house, the car and 30% of Johns' company. John had felt sorry that the woman who he had spent ten years of his life with, had turned into a complete stranger.

(Marsha observes the paper with sorrow in her eyes, then begins tearing it into pieces)
(Pause)
(Marsha begins to cry loudly. John only feels a sense of release because the idea of divorce which had obsessed him for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now, words were not traded for nothing was needed to be said)


The Next Hour.
(John walks into the dining room to find Marsha writing on a piece of paper)
(John glances at her, then heads straight to the couch and fell into a deep sleep)
(Pause)
(John wakes up and glances over into the kitchen, and Marsha was still there, writing. John didn't care, so he turned around and was asleep again)

The Aftermath.
(When John awoke, Marsha presents to him a piece of paper)
J: What's this?

M: The conditions to our (pause) divorce.
(John recieves the piece of paper, and begins to read)


VoiceOver: The conditions to our divorce. 
Condition 1: A months warning before divorce, 
Condition 2: In that one month, we must both struggle to live as normal a life as possible.

(The reasons for her requests were simple, their son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with their broken marriage)


J: That's it? (Pause) you don't want anything but this?

M: No that's not all
(Marsha raises the tissue from her hand to cover her mouth as she murmured)

M: Do you remember how you had carried me into our bridal room on our wedding day, 10 years ago?

(John nods sadly then lowers his head)

M: I want you to carry me out of our bedroom every morning for the next month
(John thought she was going crazy, but to make the last days together bearable, he accepted her odd request)

To be continued....... 

side note: this is not even a quarter of the entire script, but the rest is still in draft form and am continually adding to the original. I will publish the rest when deemed necessary =)
























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