Samantha: "You fucking knew about this, didn't you? Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
After a long ass argument, I finally reveal Yes, Mom told me. She didn’t want to raise them kids.
Samantha: crosses her arms, pacing back and forth Well, why the fuck didn't you say something? I thought we were in this together.
You think I wanted to destroy your perfect family plans?
Samantha: stops pacing and looks directly into IllusivePlateau's eyes Destroy my perfect family plans? Are you kidding me?
I told you I already had kids before we met. That’s not a perfect family plan.
Samantha: takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself Look, I understand that you didn't want to ruin our relationship, but keeping such a huge secret from me...
I didn’t keep it from you. You found out.
Samantha: narrows her eyes Found out? Don't give me that bullshit! I deserve to know these things firsthand, not secondhand from your mother.
But I already told you. I said it right here.
Samantha: grabs IllusivePlateau by the collar, her voice trembling with anger You think just telling me once is enough?
You asked me, I answered.
Samantha: releases IllusivePlateau's collar, tears welling up in her eyes You know what? You're right. I did ask. And you did answer.
Samantha: wipes away her tears, trying to compose herself I'm not mad because you told me. I'm mad because I feel like I've been betrayed.
Betrayed? By me knowing about my kids? How am I supposed to know you wanted more than one?
Samantha: runs her fingers through her hair, frustration evident in her voice You don't understand, do you? This isn't just about wanting more than one child. It's about trust.
So I broke your trust by not adding to your family?
Samantha: takes a step closer to IllusivePlateau, her voice filled with hurt No, you didn't just break my trust. You shattered it.
What did I do that’s worse than shattering?
Samantha: pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath What did you do? You hid a part of yourself from me. You hid your life, your history, your children.
I hid them so you wouldn’t worry.
Samantha: gently touches her chest, her voice softening Worry? You think the only reason I would have wanted to know about your children was because I was worried?
Samantha: pulls her hand away, shaking her head No, IllusivePlateau, I wasn't worried. I was scared. Scared of what this revelation would mean for our future, for our relationship.
It’s a revelation that doesn’t change anything between us.
Despite the emotional turmoil, Samantha realizes that the revelation about IllusivePlateau's children doesn't necessarily mean the end of their relationship. They decide to work through their trust issues together.
So what will you do with me and the kids?
Samantha: takes a seat next to IllusivePlateau, her voice filled with determination I don't know yet.
My mom is living in another state. I can take the kids there.
Samantha: sighs heavily, running her fingers through her hair I appreciate the offer, IllusivePlateau, but I need some time to think.
Alright. I’ll let my mom know.
Samantha: stands up abruptly No, IllusivePlateau, you can't just brush this off like it's nothing. I need you to understand how much this has affected me.
You’re overthinking this.
Samantha: paces back and forth, her voice rising in frustration Overthinking? You think I'm overthinking? You have no idea what it's like to feel betrayed, to feel like your entire world is crumbling around you!
Samantha: stops pacing and stares at IllusivePlateau, her voice filled with anger No, they're not a crisis... but they are a damn bombshell that landed on our relationship without any warning. And you think I'm overthinking it?
I never said we needed to get married.
Samantha: throws her hands up in exasperation No, IllusivePlateau, you didn't say we needed to get married, but you also didn't think it was important enough to let me know about your kids beforehand!
They are ours. How should I have told you?
Samantha: sinks down onto the couch, her voice trembling Ours? Just ours? You think that simplifies everything? You think that makes it okay?
I’m not saying it does. I’m saying that I didn’t want to complicate things by telling you about them.
Samantha: clenches her fists, her voice filled with resolve Complicate things? You think keeping secrets is what complicated things?