Where were you?
I was out.
Where?
Just out thinking.
You're late.
Had a lot to think about.
I burned the food.
I'm sorry.
Oh, no no no no.
Not my food. My food was fine.
It's your food.
You see,
I-I stuck it back in the oven and I turned everything up as high as it would go.
And then I sat right there and I watched it until it burned black.
It's still hot. D-Do you--
You want it?
I just figured that would be something that a
mentally deranged,
sex-starved,
pill-popping
fiancé would do.
You've lost your mind.
So, I did it.
I mean,
who knows what I have to do anymore.
How many pills?
A bunch. Don't change the subject.
Well, I don't want to talk to you.
When you're-
Oh, no no no no.
I'm fine, I-I-I'm totally fine.
Pills are not our problem.
Not this problem.
See, I-I wanna know
Where have you been?
What has been going on?
Going on with what?
The job?
No, no, not the job.
I needed more time.
He said I had to hurry. But I can't talk sensibly to you about anything.
Shut up!
Then what?
Stick to the subject.
I don't know what the subject is.
Do you have something to ask me?
Then, go ahead and ask.
I can't.
You scare me.
I'm tired.
Okay, I'm not having this-
Then, tell me
without making me ask.
This is crazy.
I'm not-
When you come through that door,
it's like I don't even know who you are.
You freak me out.
Y-Y-You're different.
You-You avoid me.
When you lay down in our bed next to me,
it's like I'm laying next to a stranger.
I know who you are.
I'm the enemy.
Yeah, that's-that's easy.
You know, that doesn't change at all.
You think that you're the only one that hates sex.
I do.
I hate it with you.
I do.
It's like a punishment.
I should have known better than to ask you to marry me.
Because I've always known that you were-
It's killing us both.
I can always tell when you've taken too many pills.
Because it makes you all red-faced and sweaty.
And that's mostly why I don't want to.
Because?
Because you're unattractive.
Not like this.
I have one thing to ask.
What?
Ask me.
Go ahead!
Are you gay? Are you?
Are you?
Hey, don't you even think about coming out of there!
I will turn that oven up and I will smoke out this entire building until everybody in here is dead!
You know, I will. I swear to God! Just please.
Just-
Just answer the question.
*door clicking open*
Please.
Just tell me.
No, I'm not.
What difference does it make, anyways?
God, Joe.
I'm asking God for help.
You're asking God?
Oh!
That's great. That's a good one.
Yeah, God won't talk to me.
I gotta talk to strangers.
You have to keep asking.
I forgot the question.
Yeah, God, why is my fiancé a dike?
Stop it, I don't understand what difference it makes.
That I might be one thing deep down within no matter how much I've tried
to fight it
and kill it.
I'm Michelle.
And there's nothing left to kill.
As long as my behavior is decent and correct-
I just- I just- I just want you to-
to look me in the eye.
Please tell me.
One time.
And I'll never ask again.
All I can say is that I've been a great woman.
And I worked hard.
And what you're trying to do is destroy me
and I'm not gonna let you destroy me.
The engagement is off.
You don't mean that.
How are we supposed to start a family?
Our relationship,
our
future
is a facade.
I don't know we'll figure it out.
I want us to have a family.
I want us to have a baby.
You want us to have a baby?
A baby who doesn't know who his parents are?
We don't even know who we are.
It's time for us to make a change.
If we keep going like this,
if we don't accept who we are,
we're gonna be miserable the rest of our lives.