By Bill Hamilton
Part 3 of a series on marriage issues. A disagreement has been simmering for several weeks between Emma and Chuck, without resolution.
Emma
Chuck
(Chuck is standing near the bed, tying his tie when Emma enters carrying a cup of coffee.)
Emma: Morning!
Chuck: Yeah, hi.
Emma: I’m not very good at making coffee, so I hope this is okay. (puts the coffee on the bedside table and tries to help him tie his tie) Here, let me help you with that.
Chuck: It’s fine. (sits down and puts on a shoe)
Emma: I’ve got bacon and eggs waiting for you in the kitchen.
Chuck: I won’t have time to eat. Got a big meeting first thing.
Emma: Oh. (pause) So how about we try out that new restaurant tonight? I’ll call and make the reservation for ……………..
Chuck: I’ll be working late again.
Emma: (She picks up his shoe) So you’re still mad, right?
Chuck: I’m not mad.
Emma: You seem mad.
Chuck: I said I’m not mad.
Emma: So maybe mad isn’t the right word. But you’re something, that’s for sure.
Chuck: When you figure it out you let me know okay? In the meantime, can I have my shoe?
Emma: (Hands him the shoe) It’s been nearly 2 weeks, Chuck. How long are you going to be like this?
Chuck: Like what? You know, I don’t have time for this.
Emma: Just what is it you don’t have time for? For me? Our marriage?
Chuck: (Finish putting on shoe) Why are you doing this when I’m leaving for work?
Emma: You’re absolutely right! So name the time and place and I’ll be there. We’ll talk about it then.
Chuck: Look, I’m not even sure I know what IT is.
Emma: Oh, I think you do.
Chuck: Well, why don’t you tell me so we’ll both know what you’re talking about.
Emma: You’re still mad about what I said to your sister.
Chuck: You’re right, I am still mad. There, you win! Happy?
Emma: Do I look happy? This isn’t a game, Chuck, and neither of us is winning. Not when we go more than a week without talking….or touching. Just a simple hug would be nice.
Chuck: Hey, it’s not my fault. I’m not the one who made our private life a matter of public record.
Emma: What I said was no big deal. Besides you make it sound like I told everyone. I only mentioned it to your sister.
Chuck: Telling my sister anything is just as good as making it public record. And it certainly is a big deal, to me anyway.
Emma: I know. I was wrong and I admit it. As harmless as I thought it was, I should have never have said it and you had every right to get mad.
Chuck: (Turns to leave) Good, now that we’ve settled that ….
Emma: (Pulls his arm to turn him back) That’s just it. Nothing ever gets settled. I’ve said I’m sorry until I’m blue in the face. I wished I’d never said it but I can’t take it back. All I can do is promise it’ll never happen again.
Chuck: What do you want from me Emma?
Emma: I want you to get over it.
Chuck: Just how do I do that? What you said hurt and embarrassed me. How do I get over it?
Emma: I’m not sure, but forgiveness is probably going to play a big part in it.
Chuck: (Long pause) Look, I’ve really got to get going.
(He begins to leave, returns and quickly kisses her and leaves. She sits as he exits.)
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