Delicia said to Iman, "If you want me to stay with you, leave Shayla." 😱 Full Skit Below👇

 Delicia said to Iman, "If you want me to stay with you, leave Shayla." 😱

Delicia:
…So I’m just gonna say it. If you want me to stay with you, you need to leave Shayla.

Iman:
Wow. You really just dropped that like it was nothing.

Delicia:
It’s not nothing, and you know that. I’m tired of pretending this doesn’t hurt.

Iman:
Delicia, I didn’t ask you to make ultimatums.

Delicia:
No, but you did ask me to keep showing up, to keep caring, to keep acting like I’m not second place.

Iman:
You’re not second place.

Delicia:
Then why is she still here?

Iman:
Because it’s complicated.

Delicia:
It’s always “complicated” when it’s convenient for you.

Iman:
That’s not fair.

Delicia:
Isn’t it? I’m the one who waits. I’m the one you call when things fall apart. But when things look good on the outside, suddenly Shayla exists again.

Iman:
You don’t understand what Shayla and I have been through.

Delicia:
And you don’t understand what I’ve been through watching you choose her over and over.

Iman:
I never chose her over you.

Delicia:
You chose her by staying. Every single day you don’t walk away is a choice.

Iman:
So what—you want me to just erase her from my life?

Delicia:
I want you to decide. Fully. Not halfway. Not “I care about both.” That’s not how this works.

Iman:
You’re asking me to break someone’s heart.

Delicia:
Funny. Mine seems to be acceptable collateral damage.

Iman:
That’s not what I meant.

Delicia:
Then what did you mean, Iman? Because I’m exhausted. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with being the secret, the “almost,” the emotional backup plan.

Iman:
You’re not a backup plan.

Delicia:
Then prove it.

Iman:
I care about you. You know I do.

Delicia:
Caring isn’t enough anymore. I need commitment.

Iman:
And if I can’t give that right now?

Delicia:
Then I walk. For real this time.

Iman:
You’ve said that before.

Delicia:
And you didn’t believe me. That’s on you.

Iman:
You’re really serious, aren’t you?

Delicia:
I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.

Iman:
I need time.

Delicia:
Time is the one thing I don’t have left to give.

Iman:
So it’s her or you.

Delicia:
Yes. And I hate that it came to this—but I won’t shrink myself just to stay in your life.

Iman:
…You’re asking me to change everything.

Delicia:
No. I’m asking you to finally be honest about what you want.

Iman:
And if I choose her?

Delicia:
Then I choose myself.

Iman:
That’s it?

Delicia:
That’s it. No more late-night talks. No more “what ifs.” No more hoping you’ll wake up and pick me.

Iman:
I never meant to hurt you.

Delicia:
I know. But intentions don’t stop pain.

Iman:
This isn’t easy.

Delicia:
I never said it would be. I just said it was necessary.

Iman:
…I need to think.

Delicia:
Do it fast. Because I won’t be standing still anymore.

Iman:
…I talked to Shayla.

Delicia:
And?

Iman:
I didn’t realize how much damage I was doing until I had to say it out loud.

Delicia:
Iman, don’t soften it. What did you decide?

Iman:
I told her the truth. That I’ve been holding onto something that already changed.

Delicia:
You left her?

Iman:
Yes.

(Delicia exhales, but there’s no smile—just tired eyes.)

Delicia:
You know this doesn’t magically fix everything, right?

Iman:
I know. And if you’re done… I’ll accept that.

Delicia:
I didn’t give you that ultimatum so you’d “win” me.

Iman:
I know. You did it because you were ready to walk.

Delicia:
Exactly. I needed to know you’d choose me without me begging.

Iman:
I’m choosing you. Fully. No shadows. No confusion.

Delicia:
…Then understand this. If I ever feel like an option again, I won’t warn you next time.

Iman:
That’s fair.

Delicia:
And if you had chosen her?

Iman:
You’d already be gone.

Delicia:
Yes. And I would’ve survived.

(A quiet beat.)

Iman:
So… are you staying?

Delicia:
I’m staying. But this time, we do it right—or not at all.

Iman:
I won’t waste this.

Delicia:
Don’t. Because I finally chose myself… and I won’t unlearn that.

(They stand there—not perfect, not healed—but honest. And that’s the end.)

(Silence hangs between them—heavy, loud, unavoidable.)