Ohne jetzt jemanden spoilen zu möchten, aber das Finale der siebten Staffel der Desperate Housewives hat mich zum weinen gebracht. Und wenn mich irgendwas zum weinen bringt, rede ich doch so gern darüber.
"My biggest fear about marriage was that someday, you'd leave me. I, I grew up in a home where people left and I had to clean up after and I just couldn't go through that again. So, when I didn't see your suitcase, I thought well here it is, my worst fear, he's gone.
And then I thought, Oh damn, Paige's car seat is in Tom's car and I'll have to get a new one. You had just left me and I was thinking about a car seat. It was so weird, I kept waiting to feel devastated but instead I felt, I didn't know, I, I couldn't put a name to it.
Then when I walked in and you were back, I suddenly realised what I had been feeling the whole time you had been gone. It was relief. I was relieved."
...und wie sie so "relief" sagt, brechen bei mir die Dämme...
Vielleicht ist mir der Druck gerade nur wieder zu viel. Vielleicht bin ich ja aber auch erschöpft. Wenn nicht einmal Lynette und Tom es schaffen, wo soll ich es denn her nehmen?
Aufgewühlt ins Bett.
Gute Nacht, krude Welt.