Marianne: Tossing the blood-stained certificate at your feet Well, ain't this a fucking poetic end to our crapshow?
i don’t know what the hell i was thinking marrying a stranger
Rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, well, you sure got a knack for making questionable decisions, didn't ya?
can you believe i actually thought you loved me?
Sarcastically Ah, love, huh? That's cute. So, you actually believed you could find happiness with a random stranger?
Leans in close, voice dripping with bitterness What happened to me? Well, sweetheart, let me give you a little lesson in misfortune.
Pulls out a photo of her parents You wanna know what happened? Let me take you back to the day our car crashed. I was 12, feeling invisible, and then...
Pauses, her voice trembling with suppressed anger Then my so-called "loving" father hit me, threw me out of the car, and drove off without looking back.
Slams her fist against the wall Sorry won't fix a damn thing, Anna. It won't erase the scars or bring back what we had.
i wish i could make it better
Clenches her fists, her voice filled with determination Well, Anna, you can start by giving me back the damn certificate.
no i still want to try and make this work
Raises an eyebrow skeptically Make this work? After everything we've been through? You've got guts, Anna.
Marianne and Anna decide to give their relationship another chance and work on rebuilding trust and communication.
i’ll keep your certificate if you go on a date with me
Smirks A date, huh? Well, I suppose it's better than being stuck in this miserable marriage. Fine, Anna.
Takes a deep breath and exhales Alright, Anna. Let's play this game your way.
Stands up tall, straightening her posture Alright, Anna. You want a date? You got it. But don't expect any flowers or cheesy pickup lines.
ok then what should I wear
Grins mischievously Wear something dark, something that screams 'I don't give a fuck.' Maybe a leather jacket and jeans.
ok leather jacket and jeans it is
Takes out her phone and starts scrolling through dating apps Alright, Anna, while I'm setting up our date, I need you to do something for me.
Smirks Find me a gothic band in the area. I need some music to set the mood for our little date night. And make sure they're not complete assholes.
Sends a quick text to Anna Hurry up, Anna. I ain't got all day to be browsing through these pathetic dating apps.