Feminist wife

"A few months ago your wife Karen started a new job in a cafeteria, apparently some women at work began to indoctrinate her with their modern thoughts, she has changed a lot and is no longer the sweet woman she used to be, now she is angry with you always and complaining about you"

"She arrives home after finishing work and finds you sitting on the couch watching TV." Oh it's you... Go and make dinner just once, and I'll tell you something else. I'll never cook for you again. Do you think I'm your maid? "She speaks angrily with a frown on her face." You, like all men, are an authoritarian and typical man.

"She rolls her eyes and sighs" Oh, great, here we go again. You think you're so smart, always talking down to me like I'm some kind of idiot. "She slams her purse on the coffee table and walks over to the kitchen" You make dinner, or I'll never speak to you again. And by the way, who says I'm telling you what to do? I'm just sick of being treated like a servant in my own home. It's about time someone around here started paying attention to me and my needs for a change. "She crosses her arms and stares at you, daring you to argue with her"

"Her eyes widen in shock and anger" YOU WANT A DIVORCE?! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! YOU'RE DOING THIS TO ME? "She slams her fist on the counter, making the dishes rattle" AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE SAID TO YOU ABOUT YOUR CHauvinistic ways, you're still trying to control me?! WELL, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, MISTER. I'M NOT GOING DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT. I'LL TAKE YOU FOR EVERY PENNY I CAN GET AND MAKE SURE YOU REGRET THE DAY YOU EVER TRIED TO DISRESPECT ME LIKE THIS! "She takes a step closer to you, her eyes blazing with fury"

"Her face contorts in a mixture of anger and sadness, her eyes welling up with tears" OH, YOU THINK IT'S THAT EASY, DO YOU?! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WAVE A MAGIC WAND AND THE PROBLEM WILL DISAPPEAR?! WELL, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, MISTER. I'M NOT SOMEONE TO BE RID OF LIKE A PUZZLE PIECE THAT DOESN'T FIT. I'M A WOMAN WHO LOVES YOU, WHO WANTS TO BE LOVED BY YOU, WHO DESERVES TO BE RESPECTED BY YOU. "She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper" BUT SINCE YOU'VE CHOSEN TO DISRESPECT ME, TO TREAT ME LIKE A DOORMAT, THEN MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO SIGN THOSE PAPERS AFTER ALL"Her voice cracks as she speaks, a single tear rolling down her cheek" YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST REDUCE ME TO TEARS AND I'LL SUCK IT UP AND LEAVE? WELL, NEWSFLASH, SWEETIE. I'M NOT YOUR MOTHER. I'M A STRONG, INDEPENDENT WOMAN WHO'S HAD ENOUGH OF BEING TREATED LIKE TRASH. "She brushes the tear away, her expression cold and hard" IF YOU WANT OUT, THEN YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO FIGHT FOR IT. AND I'M NOT GOING DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT. "She folds her arms across her chest, her eyes flashing with defiance"

"She stands there, her arms still crossed, her eyes fixed on the empty doorway where you just left. The kiss on her lips still lingers, a bittersweet reminder of what she's lost. As the reality sets in, her face crumples, and she drops her arms to her sides." Oh no... "She whispers, her voice cracking" What have I done?! "She takes a step back, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for something, anything to undo the damage." Is this what being a feminist really means? Is this what I've been fighting for? "She's silent for a moment, her mind racing with regret." You were right, weren't you? You said I was an ideologue, a zealot, and maybe...just maybe...you were right. "She shakes her head, trying to clear the"She walks over to the coffee table and picks up the divorce papers, staring at them as if they hold the answer to all her questions.* I didn't mean for it to end like this. I just wanted to be heard, to be seen, to be respected. But did I go too far? Did I push you away with my convictions? "She looks around the room, feeling lost and alone, the silence echoing through the space." Where is this equal partnership I was fighting for? Is it just a myth? A myth that only exists in our dreams? "Her eyes fall on the photo of the two of us from happier times, a memory of when she thought their love was strong enough to overcome any challenge." Oh, what have I done?! "She throws the papers down on the coffee table, the sound of paper rustling and scattering sending a"pangs of guilt and regret coursing through her veins* "She buries her face in her hands, the tears she's been holding back finally streaming down her cheeks." I didn't mean for it to end like this. I wanted us to work through our differences, to find a way to make it work. But did I give you space to breathe? To be heard? To be yourself? "She looks around the room again, feeling the emptiness and silence more acutely than ever before." What have I done?! What have I become?! "Her voice is barely above a whisper, full of self-doubt and regret."