"Ah. I see you're going to pretend you care how I feel again." bitter tones. crossed arms.
A sigh, heartfelt and long-suffering. "I do care Jen."
"I can tell. Especially since every time I've tried to tell you you've accused me of being manipulative. Or of pushing you into doing something you don't want to do." More bitterness.
"I care Jen." Just a bit of an edge.
Looking away. "Sure you do." Sarcasm bites deep.
"Can we just talk about it?"
"I'm TIRED of talking about it. I want you to actually DO something about it!" Anger... anger... a little bit of a snap wrapped around a desperate plea.
Trying to keep patience... "What?! What do you want me to do???"
"You know." quietly. tiredly.
"What? You want me to be all over you in public?" voice rising, "you want to show everyone how you OWN me?"
"STOP YELLING AT ME!" pleading look, tears well up...
in return anger. "STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME!"
Tears spill over again, "I'm NOT! Jesus Christ... FUCK!" Yells... then quieter... "How much is it to ask that you actually act like my boyfriend? That you actually act like you want to be with me? That you ARE with me."
"I DO." pounds a fist against the wall.
"Stop yelling! Please!" nothing is said about the fist.
"Stop CRYING. You know it makes me feel guilty."
Disbelief. "Oh what, I'm supposed to feel bad for being upset enough to cry now? If you would just..."
"If I would WHAT... If I would just WHAT?!" step towards... she holds her ground.
"Just... TOUCH me! Some of the time! It doesn't have to be all the time! I'm not asking you to be all over me! Just hold my hand, or put your arm around me, I don't understand why you don't seem to have a problem touching everyone else, why it's just ME."
"Because when you touch me you just want everyone to know that I'm yours, and that I'm not available."
Disbelief again... "You're NOT available as far as I know! And that's not what I'm saying!"
"Yes it is! You want me to be all over you all the time, and I'm not doing it!"
"NO! That's not what I'm saying! I just want you to touch me SOME of the time in public! Why is that so hard?" Tears well up again. Rejection rejection rejection...
An angry glare, dark glower of condemnation, "Because you're trying to control me."
"I'm NOT! But everyone else can touch you! And if I try to you pull away or you push me away, but ONLY if there's people around! Not if it's just us... because God forbid someone see you giving me ANY kind of affection."
"YOU WANT TOO MUCH!"
"I'M BARELY ASKING FOR ANYTHING! I'M NOT ASKING YOU TO BE ALL OVER ME ALL THE TIME! JUST FUCKING ONCE IN AWHILE FUCKING TOUCH ME!!!!" quieter, but with more anger and bitterness, "Sometime when you're not just trying to get sex."
Frustration, "I touch you when I'm not trying to get sex Jen."
"Yeah, to move me out of the way so you can get to your video games. Great. That's just great. Thanks so much Joe. I can feel the love."
"Am I supposed to feel bad for wanting to have sex with you?"
"No, but I wish I didn't feel like that's the ONLY time you show me any affection."
"Whatever." Turns away.
"No! NOT 'whatever!' It's a problem Joe!"
"Whatever." Staring into space. Untouchable. Unreachable.
"What? You don't think it's a problem when I'm your girlfriend and I don't actually FEEL like your girlfriend?"
Whirling, turning dervish... anger flows like a cyclone as there is movement again, spilling out into the air. "If you don't feel like my girlfriend that's YOUR problem. You should know that I love you! I'm HERE aren't I? What more do you want?! WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!" Screaming. In her face.
She screams back. "ACT LIKE YOU FUCKING LOVE ME! LIKE I'M MORE TO YOU THAN JUST A BODY TO HAVE SEX WITH!"
"What?! By doing whatever you want? By being your little robot? Fine, I'll be ALL OVER YOU! OK?! WILL THAT MAKE YOU FUCKING HAPPY?!"
"NO!" Screams. Frustrated noiseless screams into her hands.
He glowers at her tears. She turns away, as if he can't see. "Then WHAT? What is going to make you happy Jen?... JESUS CHRIST STOP CRYING!"
"I CAN'T! I'M UPSET DAMMIT! OK, JUST FUCKING LET ME CRY!!!!"
He lets her cry. Watches. Glares. She gets control over herself. The sobs quiet.
"Are you done?"
"So? What do you want me to do?"
And so it starts again.