I'm not going to let you hurt me, Nora. I'm not going to let you tell me that I don't love you or that I haven't tried to give you as much as I gave Laurie... God knows I'm not perfect because enough angry people in this house told me so tonight... But I am not going to be a doormat for all the frustrations and unhappiness that youorAuntKateoranyoneelsewantstolayatmyfeet... Ididnotcreatethis universe... I do not decide who lives and dies, or who's rich or poor or who feels loved and who feels deprived. If you feel cheated that Laurie gets more than you, then I feel cheated that I had a husband who died at thirty -six. And if you keep feeling that way, you'll end up like me... with something much worse thanloneliness or helplessness and that's self-pity. Believe me, there is no leg that's twisted or bent that is more crippling than a human being who thrives on his own misfortunes... I am sorry, Nora, that you feel unloved and I will do everything I can to change it except to apologize for it. I am tired of apologizing. After a while it becomes your life's work and it doesn't bring any money into the house... If it's taken you pain and Aunt Kate's anger to get me to start living again, then God will give me strength to make it up to you, but I will not go back to being that frightened , helpless woman that I created!... I've already buried someone I love. Now it's time to bury someone I hate.
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Monologues
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.
