For those of you who think that I never do anything for you, know this:

Today, I kept you from reading an ungodly nasty post from Steph, inspired by peanut butter.

You can thank me later.

So we had missed Sunday night’s show.  We got sucked into one of my favorite horror flicks instead.

I also thought this would help us avoid a night of me blubbering like a child on the couch, while Heartless Bryan sat dry-eyed.  It worked beautifully.

But ABC pulled the ole bait-and-switch.  I tuned in for my Monday dose of ABC reality tv goodness (WifeSwap & SuperNanny), after a DAY OF DENTAL HELL, and sure enough, there was Dr. Yang.  Damnit.

So we caught up on the missed episode and then were treated to a two hour season finale.  It was expertly written, as they typically are, and there were moments when you identified with every single character on the show.  And even Bryan cried (granted, it was over Doc, but still).  But at the end of the show, I was sick to my stomach.  Just sick.

One, because I hated Yang in that show. (She probably has a first name.  I don’t care enough to find it.) She made strong women everywhere look weak.  Strong women, even women who have problems with committment and fears of intimacy, can deal with situations requiring both. 

But two, and mostly two, because I HATED how the episode ended.  (SPOILER AHEAD.  IF YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW, STOP READING.) I’m so over the McDreamy storyline to begin with (like, umpteen episodes ago was over it), but the longing looks between Meredith and whatever the hell his name is were getting melodramatic.  It was ridiculous.  It was like an early 80s episode of As the World Turns.  But the reality is this: McDreamy is MARRIED.  To a character on the show.  And he’s “trying to make it work.”

Cut to an empty examining room, where Meredith and McDreamy are getting it on.  Like, big time.

So as I turn off the light in our bedroom, I have to ask: “What prevents married people from doing that?“

I got a band-aid for an answer.  “Marrying the right person helps,” he said.

“But what if the right person is only right for, say, three years or so?”

Silence.  Echoing silence.

And, of course, when there’s echoing silence, Sarah falls asleep.  So he may have given the perfect answer shortly after this conversation took place, but I was happily sawing logs by that point.  I did wake up briefly, about half an hour later, to find him tossing and turning. (He often thinks I’m stewing in anger when I’m really just asleep.) I snuggled into him.

“I just need to know that if or when things turn bad or hard or unhappy, that you’ll fight for me.  For us.”

He kissed me on the forehead.  “You have no idea how hard I’ll fight.”

Till next season.