A workaholic husband can’t see that he has contributed to his
neglecting her and this has turned her towards alcohol for
support. She is in her mid 30’s and before the addiction to
alcohol, she was quite pretty.
Drazic: He is the typical controlling male and believes that he
always knows best. Not realising that he has been hurting his
wife, he thinks that the addiction to alcohol has nothing to do with
him. He is also in his mid 30’s but unlike his wife he has not had
doing to his wife. He is a very a handsome bachelor and he has
Virginia: Oh, shut up, you stupid fool! You’re always going on at me. You
have no right in telling me what to do!
Drazic: But darling, I only ……….
if you ever did. It feels like our whole married life has been full of your nagging.
I’m beginning to think that mother was right in saying that I shouldn’t have
Drazic: That’s not true. It’s only in the last few years that you’ve………
Virginia: Don’t start again. I’m not drunk. There’s nothing wrong with me.
Drazic: I didn’t say you were drunk.
Virginia: Oh, you don’t need to say it. I know that’s what you mean. All those
not-so-subtle hints for years. It’s only the occasional glass to soothe my
Drazic: It hasn’t always been like this.
Virginia: Hasn’t it? I can’t remember. I can’t seem to remember anything
nowadays. (Breaks down) I’ve been so miserable for so long. What the hell’s
the use of living even? One drag of a day after another. I don’t seem to
refuse to change. I …….
But you won’t help yourself. I’m trying to help. Please go and see a
Virginia: (standing up angrily) There you go again. A doctor. There’s nothing
wrong with me, do you hear? (shouting) Nothing!!! I don’t need anyone to lean
on. I’m strong enough to cope with life without going to a quack. You only
need them when you’re sick.
Drazic: But darling, you are …..
Virginia: I’M NOT SICK!!! Oh God damn, I give up with you. I’m going to the
bedroom. (She storms out. Drazic stares forlornly in front of him, then picks up
frustrated. He starts to pace the floor when there’s a knock at the door. He lets
in Zeek in.)
Drazic: Oh, gidday, Zeek.
Zeek: Hello, Drazic. Just returning the drill, thanks very much.
Drazic: Work all right?
Zeek: Yes, thanks mate, worked real beaut. (Pause) Doing anything?
Drazic: Eh? Oh no. Come on in. Drink?
the drinks cabinet and pulls out a bottle of spirits. He takes the top off and
Drazic: Listen, Zeek, I just feel like a glass of lemonade at the moment. Would
Zeek: (Looking relieved) Suits me fine. In fact, I prefer it to most things.
(Drazic leaves for a minute. Zeek looks round, picks a glass and sniffs it. He
sits and Drazic enters with two glasses. He hands one to Zeek.)
(Pause. Drazic nervously begins to clear away empty glasses.)
Zeek: You’re upset. Is it Virginia?
Drazic: (with back to Zeek, pauses, turns suddenly) I wasn’t going to say
anything, but I’ve got to tell someone, or I’ll go out of my mind. I don’t know
Zeek: That’s up to you. Whatever you feel best.
Drazic: (flops into chair) It’s Virginia all right. You know, huh?
Zeek: Well, I’ve only met her twice, but I can tell. I’ve come across a few
Drazic: Oh, yeah. Forgot. So she is an alcoholic, then?
Virginia’s not the worst I’ve seen. The main thing is, she’s certainly not beyond
Drazic: (Gets up and paces) That’s the stupid thing about it. She reckons she
doesn’t need help. She thinks there’s nothing wrong. Just a few drinks…..to
put up with me, she says. I’ve tried to get her to see a doctor, but she thinks
I’m trying to make her look weak; that I’m insinuating she can’t cope with life,
didn’t turn her into a drunk… I’ve tried to help, she just won’t listen.
they need a cure.
Drazic: I’m at my wit’s end. I’ve tried everything, but I can’t seem to get her to