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JEAN HULL HERMAN
Margy's Monologue: Everything's Fine
I have invested a year and a half of my life in him.
He owes me.
When he didn't sail away on Labor Day,
I assumed he was going to stay, stay with me,
That everything was going to be fine.
Sure, I ignored all the girls he knew;
No matter where we went, there would be something,
Some girl would whisper, laugh, eyes wide.
Everywhere: hands and suntanned backs.
And I put up with his being gone
I mean he'd leave, for days, no phone calls
Just saunter back again while I was at work.
When I'd come home,
He'd be bound up in my computer.
But he was back - everything was fine again.
Halloween, I found a cache of love letters in his truck
It wouldn't start, I was only looking for the manual --
Some bimbo from Hawaii,
She'd quit her job and was on a plane,
Coming to meet him in the Keys.
He'd planned it all by phone.
But that very night he comes in, flowers, wine,
Says, "I've decided to give you a try."
I just didn't mention the letters.
Pretty cool of me, don't you think?
I knew everything was going to be just fine.
I've never looked better in my life.
I'm fit, tough; he says I'm 'trim.'
We both love sailing I don't care
If he lives on his ketch all summer.
I'd live on it with him if he asked me.
But all he says is, "I need my space.
I need time alone. I like to sleep by myself.
My back hurts. My knees hurt."
But I can fit in the berth with him.
Everything would be fine if we were together.
I gave him a mug with a mermaid on it first.
Found it in one of those charming old seaside s.
Then I picked out the perfect print for his cabin.
Then I gave him a sink for his bathroom
I thought he needed it. He said it was nice, really.
Id give him small stuff, anything I came across
If I thought heed like it,
Because everything was going just fine.
He set up his TV set in my bedroom,
Got his bed out of storage and moved that in, too.
Got so heed come around for dinner,
Then end up staying for breakfast;
Get himself a treat, roll over and go to sleep.
TV, bed I mean, that stuff is permanent, right?
But he insists he lives on his boat,
Keeps his clothes in the trunk of his car,
Cell phone always on,
So its fine if I call him. Everybody calls him.
I tried to pretend it didn't matter
When he skipped out over Thanksgiving after all,
He had bought me dinner on my birthday last month.
I told myself that he wasn't with anyone else
When he wasn't with me,
Even though I donut get any treats anymore.
Look, he yells at me only if I do something wrong
When were sailing, but I guess he knows
What should be done, when, how, all that its his boat
Hess a guy he stopped paying me compliments,
Never tells me I look nice anymore,
But he doesn't say mean things every day.
Its fine he doesn't have to say stuff all the time.
Tonight, he casually announces he and his buddy Ed are leaving,
Sailing December 23rd and coming back sometime in January.
Just great! There goes Christmas and New Year's Eve.
He owes me, damn it! A year and a half.
All those gifts. Cooking. Computer. Services.
Why'd he move his TV set in if he was going to leave?
I don't understand. I thought it was all going so well
I'm never going to find anybody like him.
I'm never going to find anybody else.
We have so much in common! I don't understand it -
I mean, you know, I thought everything was fine.
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