|Unpublished by Athena Giannakakos|
(Irritating tone in her voice) I've gone over this too many times and I'm tired, tired of making up excuses for my actions and the decisions i make in my life because they don't make sense to you. Well, you know what? They make sense to me. In your eyes everything I do is a mistake, (raises her voice) well sorry mom I don't see it that way (she's getting worked up and stands up abruptly). I have no intentions of moving back home and everytime you ask me too I feel guilty. Starts moving about,pacing) Why should I feel guilty? It's not fair. I love living in New York, it's my home now, why can't you just be happy? (Nasty tone in her voice) You know what? This whole thing is not about me, it's about you. You're asking me to change my life so you could feel better. (She sits back down, feeling defeated and pissed off, warn down. She sighs, pauses.) I'm 32 years old and everytime I come to visit you I feel like I'm 15 again, I can't stand it. We can't sit in the same room for 10 minutes and not verbally attack each other (takes a few seconds and calms down). Listen, I came back this time hoping that we could change things between us and, uh, I can't fight with you anymore, I won't.
The Kentucky Cycle ( ;fire in the hole ;) Monologue