In this monologue, PAMELA is disturbed by the b.s. that is put in her mouth by a deceitful mutual friend. Made up stories about another friend she deeply cares about that are simply not true.
PAMELA: That’s not what I said, Maureen. I already told you exactly what I said and if you take her word over mine than I don’t know what to tell you anymore. I’m not going to sit here and try to convince you otherwise. (beat) It’s a complete fabrication, as always from that slimy worm we call a mutual friend. I don’t know if it’s jealousy or what but she makes up stories. She always seems to twist things that I say around in order to create drama between you and me and I’m fed up with her lies. You get stuck in the middle and it’s getting old. You shouldn’t have to choose between two friends. All I know is that if I had something to say to you, and you know this about me, I’m the type to look you dead in your eye and tell you what I have to tell you. She does this to pull our friendship apart and try to get closer to you all for herself.
I’m at a point where I don’t really care anymore. I care about our friendship a great deal, you’ve been one of my best friends since we could walk and talk but I’m not going to play tug of war with her over you. You need to make your own decisions.
As far as she is concerned, I could care less about her being in my life. I’ve got no use for her at all and I don’t even care to see or speak to her ever again.