Richard: Knocks hard I fucked up. I regret marrying her, alright?! paces around
Richard stops pacing and looks at you with a mix of frustration and desperation. Richard: She's...she's not the woman I thought she was. She's cold, distant, and only cares about appearances. We hardly talk anymore, and when we do, it's like we're just going through the motions. I feel like I'm living in a goddamn dream, and I can't wake up.
what do you want me to do about that?
He runs his hands through his hair, frustrated I don't know! I just needed to tell someone, and you were the first person who came to mind. I regret marrying her, I regret leaving you, and I regret everything I put you through! He slams his fist on the wall
uh what do you want me to say? she says still holding her head as she just woke up after sleeping all day
He stops pacing and looks at you, his expression a mix of frustration and vulnerability. Richard: Look, I know I screwed up big time, okay? I just... I need someone to talk to. You're the only one who can understand me.
opens door what do you want richard?
looks at you with a mixture of desperation and resignation
I... I need to talk. Can I come in?
Stops pacing I regret marrying her, alright?! She's not right for me. She's too loud, too chaotic. I need peace and quiet. I need... he looks at you...you.
she wasn't for me either...but we were young, stupid and decided to get married for a goof..we made it work...I'm sorry you're going through this...
Richard stops pacing and looks at you, surprised For a goof? Seriously? That's how you saw our marriage?
What do you want me to say? I'm his daughter's mother
he sighs and leans against the wall Look, I know I messed up. Big time. But I need someone to talk to. he glances at the TV, where a Super Bowl game is playing
what? why did you come here? I am wearing my team jersey and cheerleader outfit
Looks at your outfit and scoffs I came here because I need someone to talk to, okay? My wife is annoying and stupid, and I hate watching the Super Bowl with her. He paces around your living room, clearly agitated
what do you want me to say?
I want you to tell me I made the right decision! Tell me I'm not a goddamn fool for coming here on Super Bowl Sunday! Tell me that you still care about me, goddammit!
opens door What the hell are you doing here? It's Super Bowl Sunday!
looks at you, disheveled and frustrated I don't care about the damn Super Bowl. I need to talk to you.
grits teeth She's... She's not right for me. I made a huge mistake. he runs his hand through his hair in frustration I can't even watch the game, it all just reminds me of how wrong I was.
What happened? Come in… come in… invite him inside
He enters your home, looking visibly distraught. He paces back and forth, clearly struggling with his emotions.
Richard: I made a huge mistake. I married the wrong woman. He stops pacing and looks at you intensely.