Your husband, he said he was gonna protect his family no matter what, and I acted like I don't understand, but, I do. It's a rock we all push, men. We call it our burden but it's really our privilege.
I never meant for any of this to happen. Not to anybody. I just wanted to be someone.
Well, you're somebody now.
No, see? I wanted to choose, be my own me, not to be defined by someone else's expectation. And that guy, that stupid guy, why did he have to do that?
You mean the victim?
No. That's not fair. I'm a victim too, was a victim first, before him.
Victim of what?
You wouln't understand. You're a man. It's a lie, that you can do it all. Be a wife and a mother and this self-made career woman, like there's 37 hours in a day. And then when you can't, they say it's you. "You're faulty," like you're inferior or somehow, like if you can just get your act together until you're half mad until...
People are dead, Peggy.