written by Nicholas Ray, Irving Shulman, and Stewart Stern
monologue adapted by the donator
Judy: He must hate me. He hates me. I know he does. He looks at me like I'm the ugliest thing in the world. He doesn't like my friends. He doesn't like one thing about me. He called me - he called me a dirty tramp. My own father. I don't know if he means it. I mean maybe he doesn't mean it, but he acts like he does. We were together. We were gonna celebrate Easter and we were gonna catch a double bill. Big Deal! So I put on my new dress and I came out, and he grabbed my face and started rubbing off all the lipstick. I thought he'd rub off my lips. And I ran out of that house. I'll never get close to anybody.
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Randomcollected from media, not original I'm collecting these monologues as a white woman in my 20's, and these selections are a tool for myself. If there is a lack of diversity, it is because I'm targeting a very specific demographic: me.
