KarMel Scholarship 2010

 

Honorable Mention:  Best Play  

ďMy Husband, My WifeĒ

By Erin Britt - IN

 

 

Description of Submission: ďA play based on the stages of grief a wife experiences as her spouse transitions.Ē - Erin

 

Why Karen and Melody Liked It:  We loved the way Erin showed the struggle of a wife coming to terms with her husbandís sexuality.  It was very unique to show the stages of the wifeís process.

 

Man: Late 20ís or early 30ís, slender and clean shaven.

Woman: Female, Late 20ís or early 30ís, she is attractive.

Denial: Female, Late 20ís or early 30ís.

Anger: Female, Late 20ís or early 30ís.

Bargaining: Female, Late 20ís or early 30ís.

Depression: Female, Late 20ís or early 30ís.

Acceptance: Female, Late 20ís or early 30ís.

INT. LIVING ROOM

The curtain goes up on a living room scene.  There is a sofa and coffee table.  There is an armchair adjacent to the sofa on the left with an end table beside it. On the coffee table is a newspaper laying in sections.  There is a floor lamp between the sofa and armchair.  WOMAN is sitting on the sofa with her legs curled beneath her. She is wearing a gray sweater, jeans, and canvas style tennis shoes.  She has a journal propped against one arm and she is writing.  MAN enters from stage right. He is wearing womenís jeans and a womanís style tee shirt, but both should be discreetly feminine.  He selects a section of newspaper and sits in the armchair.  He places  his feet on the coffee table and begins reading.  DENIAL enters from stage left.  She is wearing a grey sweater, jeans, and canvas style tennis shoes.  As DENIAL begins to speak, MAN places the newspaper on the coffee table and exits stage right.

DENIAL

(To the audience)

I had the strangest conversation with my husband last night.  He told me he sometimes likes to wear womenís underwear in the bedroom.  A fetish, I think thatís what he called it.  He assured me it wasnít an all the time thing.  Thatís OK, isnít it?  I mean, thereís more than one way to butter your cracker, and Iím a pretty open minded person.  Itís not exactly something I would ever suggest doing, but if thatís what crunches his Fritos, who am I to judge?  He wore a teddy while we had sex.  He seemed to really get into it, and he made sure I completed the transaction so I didnít have much to complain about.  Honestly, it didnít do much for me one way or the other.  If I had to choose, Iíd rather not do that anymore, but he told me it wonít be every time.  As long as itís not EVERY (emphasis on every) time, I can handle this. 

Iím pretty sure I can handle this.  I think I can handle this.

DENIAL exits stage left.

INT. LIVING ROOM

WOMAN remains on the sofa.  She takes off the grey sweater revealing a red tank top. She continues to write in her journal.  MAN enters from stage right. He is wearing womenís jeans and a womanís style tee shirt, but both should be discreetly feminine.  He selects a section of newspaper and sits in the armchair.  He places  his feet on the coffee table and begins reading.  ANGER enters from stage left.  She is wearing a red tank top, jeans, and canvas tennis shoes.  As ANGER begins to speak, MAN places the newspaper on the coffee table and exits stage right.

ANGER

What the fuck is this shit? This was supposed to be a once in a while thing, a while weíre fucking thing.  Last night, while we were at the mall, I saw this cute top I was about to buy when he tells me, ďOh, thatís cute. I should get one.Ē  You should get one? YOU SHOULD GET ONE?! Now he owns more fucking womenís clothes than I do.  I canít even hug him without feeling his bra strap. A FUCKING BRA STRAP! Whatís he gonna do next, shove my douche bottle up his ass so he can smell like Summerís Eve too?  (uses mimicy tone) ďIt wonít be all the timeĒ he tells me.  ďItíll only be once in a whileĒ he tells me.  Iíve heard that happy bullshit before and see how well THAT turned out?  And if heís going to be the woman, where does that leave me?  I donít want to walk around with a dildo shoved in my pants.  IíM NOT A FUCKING MAN!  And apparently Iím not fucking one either, so where does that leave me?  This isnít fair.  I didnít ask for any of this, and I donít deserve this. 

ANGER exits stage left.

INT. LIVING ROOM

Woman remains on the sofa. She reaches underneath the sofa and pulls on a yellow sweater.  She continues to write in her journal.  MAN enters from stage right.  The style of his clothing is more obviously female, but not a dress or skirt. He is carrying a brown shopping bag, which he places on the couch near WOMAN.  He selects a section of newspaper and sits in the armchair.  He places his feet on the coffee table and begins reading.  BARGAINING enters from stage left.  She is wearing a yellow sweater, jeans, and white canvas tennis shoes.  As BARGAINING begins to speak, MAN places the newspaper on the coffee table and exits stage right.

BARGAINING

I did this.  Somehow, I did this.  Maybe I didnít pay him enough attention.  Or compliment him enough.  I promise Iíll do better.  Iíll compliment him, appreciate him.  Iíll do whatever it takes, for as long as it takes if I can just have my husband back again.  If I brought this on, then I can fix it.  I WILL fix it...somehow.

BARGAINING exits stage left.

INT. LIVING ROOM

WOMAN remains on the sofa.  She removes the yellow sweater, pulls out a light weight black hooded jacket from the brown shopping bag and zips it to cover the tank top.  She continues to write in her journal.  MAN enters from stage right.  He is wearing a dress, high heeled shoes, feminine stage makeup, and a wig.  He is not wearing false breasts.  He is carrying a white blanket, which he places on the back of the couch.  He selects a section of the newspaper and sits in the armchair.  He places his feet on the coffee table and begins reading.  DEPRESSION enters from stage left.  She is wearing a light weight black hooded jacket, jeans, and canvas tennis shoes.  As DEPRESSION begins to speak, MAN places the newspaper on the coffee table and exits stage right.

DEPRESSION

Iím so tired.  Iíve done everything I could think of to do, said everything I could possibly say.  It didnít work.  Nothing worked.  He told me heís not really a man, that he never really was.  I donít know what to do anymore.  (starts to cry) You want me to cry uncle, fine. Uncle. UNCLE!  I give up.  I just canít try anymore.  I feel so alone. Trapped.  Scared.  I donít know what to do, who I can talk to.  Sleep.  I canít think anymore.  I need sleep.

DEPRESSION pulls the black hood over her head as she exits stage left

INT. LIVING ROOM

WOMAN remains on the sofa.  She removes the black jacket and wraps herself in the white blanket.  She continues to journal.  MAN enters from stage right.  He is wearing womenís clothing that accentuates the false breasts he is wearing, womenís shoes, and wig.  His stage makeup should be feminine.  He sits in the armchair and sadly watches WOMAN writing.  ACCEPTANCE enters from stage left.  She is wrapped in a white blanket.  Man remains seated as ACCEPTANCE begins to speak.

ACCEPTANCE

Thereís no turning back now.  The doctor said he was ready for Hormone Replacement therapy.  She.  She was ready.  Iím not sure how long it will take for me to get used to saying that.  Maybe Iíll never get used to it.  But itís OK to be awkward and unsure how to do this.  They donít exactly issue you a manual.  Or maybe they did and it was in Korean.  I probably mistook it for a VCR programming manual and threw it out.  I donít know how this is going to end up.  I donít know this new person, that isnít really a new person but is a new person.  The man I thought I knew and that I loved isnít here anymore.  Maybe he never was and I refused to see it.  Maybe I can love this new person.  Maybe I canít.  I canít change what is, and what will be, will be.  Great, now I sound like a Sandra Dee movie.  She always annoyed me.

FADE TO BLACK.

 

 

 

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