He Loves Me: A Dramatic Monologue




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I don’t believe he did it again, he knows how much I hate it. He came in drunk, he didn’t mean to, I’m sure of it.

He loves me really.

It’s the drink. It screws with his head, messes him up good and proper.

I just never thought he’d do it again. Not now.

How can I face him now? And her, she’ll hate me, and say that it was my fault anyhow. People say I should get away, but how can I? How can I leave?

I hurt so much.

They only know the half of it though. How could they know the truth? It’s just too horrible!

How could he think I’d fight back. He’s too strong.

What’s the point in my trying?

I’m covered in bruises and cuts.

Think I may have broken a rib or two.


He loves me…

I can’t blame him.

He didn’t know what he was thinking.

He was intoxicated.

The booze and rage just got to him.

I asked for it.

Don’t like it when he holds me down though.

It scares me.

I’m not exactly strong.

I ache so much now…

I always ache after he’s finished,

But it’s worse this time..

He was really mad..

I don’t know what I did..

Must have been bad though..

It’ll take a couple of days to feel better…..

Problem is, then he’ll come and do it again.

It’s like a vicious circle, and I’m trapped in the middle.


He loves me..

It’s my fault, it must be (it always is)….

That and the drink.

It can’t be his fault, he’s not to blame.

People sneer and say there’s no excuse — say I’m blind, they do, but they don’t know him. They don’t know how much he does for me.




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