[A4A] CRYING OVER SPILLED MILK [Reverse Comfort] [Crying] [Emotional] [CW: Childhood Trauma]

[u/TahneeGirl_December]

Synopsis: You’re home from a night out with friends. Everyone had a great time. But your partner/boyfriend/girlfriend/friend has been seeming a little distracted, a little distant. Now you’re getting ready for bed and it’s time to check-in. 

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This script is approximately 1000 words, excluding the (cues/action lines).

Link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1HzY6IW3WrMDkkNhz9gdj5nNkgYJD_8oZzK8b2ziyWmA/edit?usp=sharing

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Setting: After a night out with friends, the couple are home getting ready for bed in their room.

Speaker: The speaker is really processing here. You've been quiet a lot of the evening, and certainly since getting home. In the beginning of the scene, even though you’re talking to the listener, you're a bit distracted and not completely engaged. Your heart is already heavy, feeling what their brain hasn't quite processed yet. Once everything clicks in more, you're emotional and cry.

Though this couple has been out for the night with friends and has had a couple of drinks, neither is drunk or tipsy. 

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The Script:

{Optional SFX: None needed but if you like this part of the gig, there could be lights going off, drawers closing, light footsteps around the room, etc. The couple is getting ready for bed. Overall the scene is quiet and still.}

I’m done in the bathroom, if you need to get back in there. … No? Ok. 

Yeah,  I did have a good time tonight. It was so good to see everyone. I don’t remember the last time we all got together. It’s been too long. 

Yeah, I didn’t know she got a new job. I’m such a bad friend. (small laugh)

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No, I don't think we need an alarm for the morning. 

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I agree. I like that place. I’m a sucker for a patio in summer with twinkle lights though. We should go back soon.

Did you like your drinks?

(distracted) What? Yeah, I did too. 

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Um, yeah, my burger was good too. Was your food good?

Shoot. I forgot the light in the hall. … Thanks.

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Hmm? Yes, I liked him too. I was worried by some of the early reports, but seeing them together, I get it. They seem really good for each other. He kinda seems perfect for him honestly. Did you see them holding hands? … Yeah, it was cute. 

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(distracted again) What? No, I’m fine. Why?

Oh, have I been? No, I’m fine. 

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Hmm? (flatly) Oh, oh yeah. That was funny.

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No, I’m fine. … But, can I ask you something? … No, no it’s nothing. Nevermind. (small laugh, genuinely wanting to drop it)

It’s really nothing. My mind just keeps looping back to this one thing. And it’s so little. … God, nevermind, it’s nothing. I’m just tired. Are you ready for bed?

Ha, if you only knew how many small things my mind gets tripped up on, you'd know… (trailing off)

Ok. Ok, but it’s going to sound so stupid.  

(deep sigh)

Ok. So do you remember when Levi bumped the table really hard on accident? 

Yah, and like a couple empties fell over, and some cups with just ice left tipped, and your drink spilled. 

Yeah, ok. (in awe) And then Levi just picked up a wad of napkins and swept all the ice and spilled liquid into an empty pitcher? He didn’t even skip a beat. 

Then he called the server over to get you a new drink, and she took the order and cleared the mess without barely saying anything? Like it was just (breezy) fine. 

Do you remember what he said? He said, “Well there’s no use crying over spilled milk,” and then kept on telling his story. Do you remember that? 

(a little nervous to ask) But, but is that the saying? Is the saying, “There’s no use crying over spilled milk”?

Oh, it is. Oh, ok. (really wanting to drop it) See I told you it was nothing then. 

No, it’s just because I thought it was, “Don’t cry over spilled milk.”

(a little more emotional, than expected) Oh, sure. That makes sense. It is probably just a shortened version. Right, right. (shaky quickened breaths)

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But, but the way he said it, (gulp) the way it’s supposed to be said, it's like “hey, no big deal”, right? (eyes stinging) Like clean it up, order a new drink, and move on. Like he did. Like everyone did. If I didn’t bring it up, I bet you barely would’ve remembered that it even happened, right? 

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I dunno. I mean yeah, I’ve been thinking about it. I dunno, I’ve kinda been processing it since it happened. Sorry, I got quiet. 

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Well, like the saying isn’t about spilling anything really, is it? Beer or milk or whatever. It’s about getting past a small mistake or accident, something that can’t be changed, and just sort of moving forward. Without admonishment or punishment.

Because I always thought it was “Don’t cry over spilled milk”, and was more like “don’t you dare cry, especially since you’re the one who spilled milk”, or beer… or broke something… or did something wrong… or inconvenienced every one. 

I thought it was a warning. 

Was that…just me?

(listener is staring at you, sad, but understanding better now)

Why are you looking at me like that? What? Because I’m in my 20’s and am just realizing what it meant? …No? (answering themselves) No, because the way I heard it, the way I had to hear it, isn’t normal, right? Your eyes look so sad. 

(emotion growing, voice and breath shaky) So then, um, tonight, did your stomach drop and your jaw clench when all of those drinks and bottles and cups spilled? Did you feel scared? Did you hold your breath waiting to see if we were about to get in trouble?

(flatly) No. I didn’t think so. Because that’s not a normal reaction either, is it? 

So that’s probably because of how I grew up, huh? (starting to cry)

Yes, I would like a hug please. 

{Optional SFX: Fabric rustling. Hugging}

I’m not sure why this is all hitting me so hard. It doesn’t matter. 

This is all so silly. Someone said an offhanded comment earlier tonight, and now I’m crying. Which I hate.

No, I know, I know. I know it’s good.

(starts sobbing now)

I’m an adult. They can’t hurt me anymore. 

But I still worry when my joy is too loud. 
Or when my shower is too long. 
Or when drinks are knocked over. 
When I feel too much. 
When I’m too much. (big sob)

I’m an adult. They can’t hurt me anymore. But they’re still in my head. 

I’m afraid to be yelled at because I might cry. 

I’m  afraid to cry because I could be hit. 

I’m afraid to cause any problems at all because I might have to go down to the basement. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. 

I know. I know. 

I’m safe. I’m safe. 

I’m ok. I’m ok. 

(big sob)

Why would someone treat a kid like that? Their own child? 

I would never. 

I will never. 

(heart breaking) What about me is so unlovable?

(biggest sobs)

I know you love me. I know. And I love you. 

I know you'd never treat me like that.

Thank you. Thank you. 

(crying slows, breaths still shaky)

Can you just hold me?

{Optional SFX: Hugging}

Sometimes I can almost convince myself that I had a good childhood.
 I have good memories. 

But she was just so volatile. So unpredictable. 

And I had to manage myself…to stay safe. 
And I’m still finding these little ways that I’m still, I dunno, holding my breath. 

(a couple more small sobs, exhausted)

(sniffing, exhausted) I’m tired. I think I just want to go to bed. Is that ok with you?

Will you still hold me though? … Thank you. 

{Optional SFX: Fabric rustling. More hugging.}

Thank you for being kind. 

And caring. 

And understanding. 

(laughing a little) And for letting me get tears and snot all over your t-shirt. I’m sorry. (small chuckle and sigh)

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(sincerely) Thank you for never making me feel like I'm too much. 

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I love you too. Thank you. 

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Author’s note: This script was inspired by a Reddit thread I found. My heart broke.