Working with Text: Choosing my text

The monologue I chose: He’s not the problem. I am. It means I’m a terrible person.  It’s just the two of us, and he’s asking me about my day, making me dinner, trying to talk to me about sports, being nothing but nice to me, and I can’t stop thinking that I wish I had her instead of him. What kind of person looks someone in the eyes, someone who’s trying so hard, and wishes they were dead instead of someone else? Every time he smiles at me, every time he hugs me and says he loves me, I’m afraid he’s gonna see that I didn’t choose him. That I want her instead.

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