Andrew
You didn't ask her to marry you?
Frank
No! I've never made any promises. Or any declarations.
Andrew
Why do you suppose she would tell me such a thing? You make my wife sound a bit desperate, Frank.
Do you want to know the truth? Can you bear the truth?
Andrew
I can bear anything.
Frank
What I did I did out of almost boredom. She was there. She flirted. I responded. Maybe I was even a little bit intrigued that she was a married woman. Or maybe I felt protected because she was. But I never felt anything for her.
Andrew
And I once felt so much.
Frank
I never told her I loved her or told her that I loved her. The only real emotion she's ever aroused in me is the one she aroused just now when she told you what she told you. I felt disgust.
Andrew
That's not a very kind thing to say, Frank.
Frank
Oh, stop being so polite! You've got to leave her.
Andrew
She's my wife. For as long as she wants to remain my wife.
Frank
Why won't you leave her?
Andrew
Because I don't want to add another grave wrong to one I have already done her.
Frank
What wrong have you done her?
Andrew.
I married her.
Pause
You see, Frank, she is really as much to be pitied as I am. We both need something from the other that would help us make it through life, but neither of us is able to give it. She needs one kind of love, and I need another. When I married her, I thought that the love I had for her was...compatible with the love she had for me. But I wasn't able to give her the kind of love that she needed, and that drove out the other kind of love, the kind I could have given her. So now, she does what she has to do, and I stand by. We hate each other with a bitterness that has replaced the love. We stay together
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