Corrigan Monologue

Everything erupted, I step up with a fierce piercing gaze, I wanted to state my case. “you don’t understand, you’re a poor parent and a useless husband.” Wesley remained silent. Gesturing wildly and crying, “You don’t care for either me or Charlie, only yourself. “What sort of man do you think you are?” Wesley still remains immensely calm. I say, “What do you think if feels like to grow up with a father who doesn’t care for his family.” I scream with frustration. I storm into the room and slammed the door shut. I’m screaming, but muffled. I can’t breathe.
I’m in a fairly thick bush now. I’m panting. I can feel my pulse thrumming my temples. Front and centre I was caught, right in front of my own son. I can’t help but sit and stare. I had to leave Corrigan. After I turned my back, I head downhill out of Corrigan. Houses huddled and clustered separate further away and stop abruptly as I reach the end of Corrigan. This late, the architecture is desolate and leached of colour. I feel like a postcard traipsing out of town. The further I move, the guilt grows. Still, something emboldening about leaving Corrigan. Maybe its Charlie, Forget it, give it a day and I will be quickly exposed as a liar and cheat. All the stories and rumours will weave wispily around one single lie.
I tried raising Charlie as I would want to be raised. I didn’t want him to end
He was never there for both of us. He was so distant and self-involved. He gave no comfort or support. Charlie is all I have. I hate life in Corrigan, I often wish I were living with a wealthier family. My appearance in Corrigan was essential, to fit in I needed to show the life of normality and put enormous amounts of effort into seeming as decent and well-to-do townsperson. But now I’m seen as the cheat who has left her family and no-one will understand. Not even Charlie, Charlie has learned the truth. He has learned his mother is a cheat and unfaithful to his