Single Sketches
Strange Happenings…
Karen: “I foolishly slept with an irresponsible, lying, cheating guy for three years without protection. The fact that he gave me pelvic inflammatory disease on more than one occasion should have convinced me to leave him alone, but I went on to waste six more years of my life with him. I finally ended that relationship only after I caught him with another woman.”
Brianna: “When my college sweetheart made a choice between me and another woman and married her, I continued to date him on the sly for ten years. I finally woke up when I became seriously ill, and he didn’t come to see me in the hospital.”
Celia: “My “model” husband left me for another woman with three kids. We had four children. He left out of the blue with no warning or suspicion of his infidelity. He divorced me and married her, but returned to me after two years. We are now re-married, and happier than ever before.”
Kayla: “When I went through my divorce, my friends held me up the entire time. I was a basket case after my husband confessed that he and my only sister had been having an affair for over five years and he wanted a divorce. I almost lost my mind, but my friends hung beside me with constant words of encouragement and support, and I survived the worst period of my life.”
Carmela: “I went out on a date once with a guy, who at the end of the evening gave me a beautiful diamond engagement ring that he claimed he had just taken from his ex-fiancee. He said he just wanted me to have it as a keepsake for a lovely encounter. At first, I thought he was kidding, but he said he just wanted me to have it because he never wanted to see it again. At first, I refused the ring, but after he insisted, I took it and had it appraised. It was worth $15,000. We never went out again, and when I called to insist on returning the ring again, he told me to pawn it and keep the money. I did and got $8,000.00 for the ring.”
Marissa: “A very good-looking guy, who happened to be an attorney asked me out, and took me to the movies. Afterward, we went to Popeye’s Fried Chicken for dinner. I was so shocked when he pulled into the parking lot that I couldn’t get out of the car. He accused me of being a primadonna and drove me home. Needless to say, I never spoke to him again. When I ran into him a year later at a party, he called me a “snooty glamour puss” with screwed-up values, and informed me that I failed his test for flexibility.”