Astrange thoughts - Geoffrey's Monologue

(Late at night, Sat outside the village Church on a weak wooden bench with this hands in his head)

Oh how long it's been, since I've seen a real smile on my dearest Susan's face. I haven't seen her have any fun in years it must be now. She doesn't seem to find the same kind of happiness in Christ which I have found and cherished all these years. Yet she still comes to Church like a good girl, it's not even like i've forced her. She comes out of her own free will...even if she looks drained every time she comes. I guess as a vicars wife she has some sort of obligation to come and see me work in the name of God. I don't see why she doesn't share my enthusiasm with the church, to me it's mind boggling.

(Stands up and starts walking around the Church garden)

Personally I don't see what she's got to complain about, I offer to be affectionate towards her and fulfil her needs as a woman... there's nothing I can do if she rejects my gestures...I try and get her out of the house but she always has a reason not to go out with me, leading me into making up excuses to our friends why she, yet again has no shown up. The embarrassment that woman causes me is too much sometimes, I do wonder why I even bother! It's not like she bothers trying to fulfil my needs as a man...

I do miss her, the way we use to be together. I want her back, to take away the sadness the alcohol fills her with. That's not too much to ask is it? She is my wife after all, I want her to be happy with me, not anyone else but me. (sniffs) Anyway I shouldn't complain really, I'm lucky to have her as a wife if nothing else. At least I have God on my side forever to help me help her. (looks to the sky)

Then again, why is she unhappy? I give her everything. I'm the best husband she could get! I'm good looking, charming, peaceful, faithful, I give her everything she could ever need. I gave her a house, lovely kitchen, I even give her the opportunity to make friends with women from the Church. Lots of women would love to be married to me, I'm the vicar, who doesn't adore me? I'm the catch of the village I've even been told by a few youngesters! If she wants to complain, let her complain. let's face it, she can't get much better than me even if she tried. (sits back down on bench and puts feet up on a stone looking relaxed) I've got nothing to worry about, whatever happens I'm going to be okay, she won't have the guts to leave an amazing man like me.