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

 

Delicia’s Ultimatum 😱
“If You Want Me to Stay, Leave Shayla.”

🔥 THE MOMENT EVERYTHING CHANGED

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.

⚡ THE ULTIMATUM

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

Delicia: I want you to decide. Fully. Not halfway.

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

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

Iman: I care about you.

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: 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.

💔 THE DECISION

Iman: …I talked to Shayla.

Delicia: And?

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.

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

Iman: That’s fair.

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

They stand there—not perfect, not healed—but honest.
Silence hangs between them—heavy, loud, unavoidable.