|Age Range(s)||, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,|
|Type of monologue / Character is||Confessing|
|Description||A woman kills her husband after taking pills for depression.|
|Details||1 hr into the film|
A woman murders her husband after taking pills for depression.
Written by Lena Dunham
|Imagine everything you ever wanted shows up and calls itself your life. And then, just when you start to believe in it...gone. And suddenly is gets very hard to imagine a future. That's depression, right? So I went to see Dr. Siebert. We talked about my childhood, about disappointment and about mommy and daddy. And I told her about Martin. And she told me that her marriage with her husband had never been anything but a meeting of minds. And minds start to wander after a while. He had traded her in for a younger model so she was alone and lonely. It didn't take much. I think she always liked girls, she just never found one she liked as much as me. She taught me how to be depressed, what drugs had what side effects, what symptoms went with what diagnosis. And I taught her everything Martin ever told me about derivatives and deals. The trades were in her name. So, I forgave Martin and went to visit on the weekends and I told him that I would wait for him. What is it doctors call faking? "Malingering"? Such a funny word. Girls learn to fake things at a very early age; probably around the same time boys are learning how to lie. We needed everyone to see how much I wanted it to work out with us. How much I loved my husband. And how terribly depressed I was. The killing. It's not a decision you make just once. You make it over and over and over and over again, every time you look at your life and what position you're in and who put you there. And it all leads back to him! Each and every problem, every disappointment! And you think to yourself, maybe... if he goes away it'll all get better. Everything would've worked out perfectly if he had just disappeared after the trial, like he was supposed to. It didn't have to be him, it could've been anyone who walked into my room with a prescription pad. We didn't go looking for him, we just looked at the world. I read somewhere that there's a difference between tears of joy and tears of rage, is that true? It's in the chemistry, but you can't tell by looking, they all just look like tears.|