I did change it, you useless poet! [ her voice is sudden and explosive; the restrained expression she's been holding back this whole time contorts, fills with anger. ] I changed it the moment you said you wouldn't! Have I told you to stop drinking? Have I thrown you in the garbage? Did I stop coming to see you because I felt you were worth less than that fear?

[ she storms forward, grabbing the front of his vest as she continues to yell. ]

Or do you think the same way she does? That all the precious moments you've given me- [ her fist clutches tight, trembles in her anger. ] -that all of that is meaningless next to my discomfort?!