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Angelina in Shock When She Received the divorce Papers from Brodie😱

[Setting: Living room, late evening. Angelina sits on the couch holding the divorce papers with trembling hands. Brodie enters the room after hearing the front door shut a little too hard.]

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Angelina:
(voice shaking) Brodie… what is this?

Brodie:
(pauses, looking away) You got them.

Angelina:
(holds up the papers) You didn’t even say a word to me. Not a conversation. Not a fight. Just… this?

Brodie:
I didn’t know how else to do it, Angie. Talking to you has felt impossible lately.

Angelina:
So you just filed for a divorce instead?! That’s easier than talking to your wife?

Brodie:
I’ve tried. You know I have. Every time I brought up how I felt, you shut down or told me I was overthinking.

Angelina:
Because I didn’t think we were falling apart, Brodie! I didn’t think we were that far gone. You blindsided me.

Brodie:
(sits down across from her) I’ve been drowning in this marriage for over a year. I kept hoping things would change… but they didn’t. And you didn’t seem to notice.

Angelina:
Because I thought we were busy. Life got hard. That’s what marriage is. You stick it out. You don’t walk away because it’s uncomfortable.

Brodie:
It wasn’t just uncomfortable, Angie. It was empty. I felt like a ghost in my own home. You were here, but you weren’t with me anymore.

Angelina:
(tears forming) You should’ve told me you felt that way. Not sent me divorce papers like I was some stranger you needed to cut off.

Brodie:
I did tell you. In every quiet moment, every unanswered question, every night I went to bed wondering if you’d even notice I was gone.

Angelina:
(whispers) I didn’t know you were that unhappy.

Brodie:
I didn’t want it to come to this. I hoped you’d see it. I hoped something would change between us. But nothing ever did.

Angelina:
(angrily) So that’s it? After everything we’ve built? After us?

Brodie:
(softly) I don’t know who “us” is anymore. We lost that somewhere. Maybe we both did.

Angelina:
(standing, pacing) You don’t just stop loving someone overnight, Brodie.

Brodie:
I didn’t. I stopped feeling like I was loved a long time ago.

Angelina:
(tears now falling) You think this is what I wanted? You think I wanted to become distant? I was trying to hold everything together—work, bills, your mom’s health, my own anxiety—I was exhausted, Brodie. And I didn’t know how to ask for help.

Brodie:
Then we were both silent, weren’t we?

Angelina:
(sits back down) So now what? Is there even a chance to fix this?

Brodie:
(pauses) I don’t know. Part of me hoped serving the papers would finally force us to talk. Like really talk.

Angelina:
So this was some kind of… ultimatum?

Brodie:
A last shot. A desperate one. Because I didn’t know how else to reach you.

Angelina:
You reached me, Brodie. Loud and clear. And it broke me.

Brodie:
(quietly) I’m sorry, Angie. I didn’t want to hurt you. I just didn’t know how to keep living in silence.

Angelina:
(sniffles) Then don’t. Talk to me now. Let’s figure it out. Please. If there’s still a part of you that wants to try…

Brodie:
(long pause, looks at her) Maybe we start with dinner. No papers. No yelling. Just… two people who used to love each other, trying to find out if they still can.

Angelina:
(softly) I never stopped loving you. I just forgot how to show it.

Brodie:
Then maybe we can remember together.

  Angelina:

Do you remember when we first moved in here?

Brodie:
(half-smiling) Yeah. The boxes were all labeled wrong, and we spent the first night eating pizza off a cardboard box instead of a table.

Angelina:
You looked at me that night like I was your entire world.

Brodie:
(quiet) You were.

Angelina:
So when did that change? When did I stop being someone you looked at like that?

Brodie:
(pauses) It wasn’t one day. It was little things. You stopped asking me how my day was. We stopped sitting at the table. You were always tired. I was always angry. And instead of fixing it, we both just… retreated.

Angelina:
You think I didn’t notice the distance? I just didn’t know what to do with it. I kept pretending we were fine because admitting we weren’t… scared the hell out of me.

Brodie:
We stopped being a team. Everything felt like a war. And the worst part? Sometimes I’d come home, sit in the driveway for ten minutes, just preparing myself to walk through that door.

Angelina:
(choking back tears) I thought I was failing you. I thought if I just tried harder—cooked more, cleaned better, worked late to help with the bills—you’d come back to me. But maybe I was just giving you more reasons to feel invisible.

Brodie:
I didn’t want a perfect house. I wanted you. Your voice. Your laugh. The way you'd look at me when you thought I wasn’t watching.

Angelina:
(softly) I stopped laughing, didn’t I?

Brodie:
We both did.

Angelina:
(long silence) Do you hate me?

Brodie:
(shakes his head slowly) No. Never. I’m just… tired. Tired of pretending everything’s okay. Tired of not knowing if we can come back from this.

Angelina:
And if we could? Would you even want to?

Brodie:
I don’t want what we had the past year. That version of us was broken. But if there’s even a small chance we could rebuild something real—something honest—then yeah… I’d want that.

Angelina:
(voice trembling) What does that look like? Starting over?

Brodie:
Maybe it’s therapy. Maybe it’s slowing down. Being uncomfortable. Saying things like this before they become divorce papers.

Angelina:
I’m willing to try. I know I’ve been far away… but I didn’t stop caring. I just got so tangled in the pressure of being “okay” that I forgot how to be real with you.

Brodie:
Can you promise me one thing?

Angelina:
Anything.

Brodie:
No more silence. If you’re hurting, tell me. If I hurt you, tell me. Don’t hide it behind chores and small talk.

Angelina:
(nods slowly) And you have to do the same. No more shutting down and pretending like it doesn’t matter until it explodes.

Brodie:
Deal.

Angelina:
(laughs bitterly through tears) What do we do about these papers?

Brodie:
Let them sit. No signatures tonight. Maybe not ever.

Angelina:
(quiet smile) For what it’s worth… I’m glad you handed them to me.

Brodie:
You are?

Angelina:
Because now I know how close we were to losing each other. And I won’t take that for granted again.

Brodie:
(reaches out, gently takes her hand) Let’s take this one day at a time. No promises, no pressure. Just you and me… figuring it out.

Angelina:
(softly) I’d like that.

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[Scene ends with them sitting silently, hands joined, the space between them finally filled with something real again.]